f**k!
Motherfucker!
Dammit!
How does this f*****g happen? I think I have things between us under control! What the hell? Why does he have to do this? Why? Why? Why?
The kiss is mind-altering, numbing, with just a hint of tongue, compassionate, passion-driven, charming, soft, sweet, smooth, caring, gentle, a breath of fresh air, and everything I have wanted since the morning I woke up with him between my legs and inside his mouth. The kiss is meant to be. Rugby players who deeply care about each other. Men with alternate lifestyles. Men who are best friends and just happen to be secretly in love. Men who…
He retreats from me and I wipe spittle off my lips with the back of my right hand. He’s hard: upright, firm, veined, pulsing, ready to do naughty things with me. I think of rules bein
