“I think I’m going to start calling you Tiger,” I said to Mark as he dragged me up the stairs yet again for what must have been the fifth time that weekend.
“Grrrr.” He laughed. “I’m so relieved that I’m going to be okay.”
“You might be relieved, but my bum probably isn’t.”
Mark laughed. “Okay, then, why don’t you top for a change?”
Although Mark was usually the dominant partner, we enjoyed reversing the roles now and again.
So I began to lube and stretch his arse, but this time, of course, I didn’t need to bother with a condom.
I remembered when we’d come downstairs from my first “rubber-free rogering” as Mark had so affectionately termed it, we had had a kind of goodbye ceremony as we threw the unused rubbers into the dustbin.
“Hey, we could try using different lubes now,” Mark s
