Evenings of quiet solitude
Not wanting, nor needing
Just me, myself and I in the nude
Neither expecting, nor forcing
Shedding for a moment the prude
Never judging, nor caring
Wet fingers on my hood
Till the moment that I be cumming
Fingers deep, moving at a rhythm that he only can keep. My body a fine calibration of limp and tense, gripped in pleasurable suspense. A letting go, that only the two of us will know.
Jabbing a finger in his eye (the left one, coz he is right handed). Blasting "Cotton Eye Joe". I mean FULL VOLUME blasting. Jumping up and down on his cock. Snap! Oops??