As you know, at home I’m usually the top. But that doesn’t mean I don’t love being held by my taller lover, comforted, snuggled, and squeezed to the accompaniment of soft music. Stereotypes are just that, and people are people. Most folks who looked at Russ and me would assume that the taller guy was the top and the shorter blond guy was the bottom. But Russ had this need that I could satisfy, a need that had him on all fours or on his back with his legs in the air. I loved to be able to make him happy, to take care of his itch, to make him moan with pleasure. Of course, that it was fabulous for me didn’t hurt any.
But my gorgeous auburn-haired lover was all man. He kept my ass dragging trying to keep up with him at the gym. And when I tended to get a bit hyper, he was always able to soot
