GATHERING
The synthetic silk we simply knew as synthsilk was probably the most expensive thing I owned. It had been a gift from an early admirer who had more money than he’d had brains. It probably didn’t hurt that his female companion was fond of watching us make out. Must have made it worth her wallet.
The fabric moved over my skin like water, clinging to my chest and arms in a way that would tease, but another movement would make it a mystery once more. The dark blue fabric contrasted with my skin. I ran a hand over my hair, wishing it wasn’t regulation short. There was just something wonderful about the look of a man’s hair when he’d just been f****d. I wanted to look like that. Oh, well. My current appearance would have to serve. I slid on a pair of black trousers that left no quest
