Thursday, May 29, 2014

First Session by Simon Barnsby

  " That's it, yourself to me..." Gods, I could almost taste him now; it took all I had not to touch him, to make myself wait. The innocence of Eden was here in front of me, breathing a faint scent of the flowery yellow wine we'd shared earlier. His dark eyes reflected my need back to me with every new pose, and at last I could bear it no more....I reveled in his wanton sighs, and relished the colors of the welts I'd raised. He took all I gave with hand and rod, and his cries of breathless passion demanded still more..."