I love one word sentences. There is a simplicity in them. Kneel, Disrobe. Open. Turn. Spread. Relax. Eat. Come. It forces everything into a singular focus without any ambiguity.
He was still asleep when I crawled up onto him. I managed to get his arms pinned under me. He smiled up at me. I stared down at him and told him to open his mouth. His smile disappeared and the energy in the room changed.
That moment when his hands are tied behind his back and you're jerking him off, toying with him and admiring how handsome he looks, and you lean closer to him and pretend you're going to kiss him but doesn't only to hear him sigh.
Intimacy, love, and healing are available in abundance if you can let some things go. You have to let some things go to make room for the really wonderful things. If your clutching some ideological construct and not experiencing intimacy, you might want
