I am fucking him in the ass. I have done it before and will do it again, but each time feels slightly different. His insides are warm and plush like thick piles of velvet rugs, and my hand is wet and sticky with lube. When he cums, he moans like a child who has scraped his knee.

When it is over, he showers and I curl up under the warm covers, like a cat who has finished cleaning her young. Spots of past meetings of the flesh dot the bedspread and I remember that I must change the sheets...