Chapter 1: Four Senses

Heather

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The windshield wipers are once again dancing to their monotonous beat in this heavy downpour; oddly enough, it’s keeping time with the music on the radio.

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I’ve been driving in and out of summer rain squalls since I left my downtown Chicago apartment two hours ago. The last three weeks have been hot and dry, and, of course, the day I plan to make my long drive home, Mother Nature decides to over-hydrate her parched earth – go figure. Oh well, most of the traveling is behind me and I’m almost to the small town where I grew up.

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Mom and Dad will be happy to see me; they’re always saying I don’t come home often enough. I think I do, but according to them, I don’t. I’m sure I’ll understand when I have grown kids of my own one day.

One day, pfft, I scoff to myself. My one day was sure pushed back when I signed the divorce papers. Don’t get me wrong, it was very much needed for my sanity. But if you asked me that after a year and a half I would still be a single woman, not to mention a woman who probably regained her lost virginity, I would have laughed in your face. Well, go ahead and laugh in my face, because it’s true. It’s been a long time without a man, way too long. A woman has her needs and there’s only so much my fingers and toys can satisfy!

Stop being so hard on yourself, Heather, I remind myself. You never were a jump-in-the-sack/one-night-stand, kinda girl. An opportunity will come along, just be smart and not force it. As you can see, I’m really good at dishing out advice to myself, but that doesn’t do much for my aching sex drive.

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A grin forms on my face. I can’t help but snicker every time I pass under my hometown’s welcome sign that spans across Main Street.

Welcome to Standale Home of Michigan’s First Lumber Store – Big Woody’s

It was a Memorial Day weekend tradition for high school pranksters to climb up and paint over the apostrophe in “Woody’s”, making it say “Big Woodys” as an amusing reference to erect penises. It appears that tradition is still alive and well, Woody’s apostrophe has definitely been recently painted over.

I’ll never forget how in 10th Grade my best friend Josh and I lost a bet and were tasked with the deed of humorous vandalism. I was so scared climbing up that ladder in the middle of the night, scared we would get caught, scared I would dump paint all over myself, but Josh had my back and made sure everything went off without a hitch.

Speaking of bets; town folk used to have running bets on how long it would take city officials to notice and repaint the apostrophe; that was until the year old man Meryl, the town’s barber, cheated. He wagered it would last three weeks, and when three weeks came due, he anonymously notified the Standale Public Works signage crew about it. Everyone knows it’s impossible to keep secrets in a small town and when word eventually got out, folks weren’t too happy. The old farts in the coffee shop berated Meryl to make good and repay his ill-gained winnings, which he begrudgingly did.

Pulling into the driveway at Mom and Dad’s, I realize I forgot to bring my house key and they’re both at work - well damn! I suppose I could call one of them to come let me in, but I hate to be a bother; I’ll just go back to Main Street and have a long lunch at Lorna’s Grill. Besides, I have my laptop computer with me, and I can get a few work tasks caught up to pass the time. At the very least, the rain is letting up.

Ah, Lorna’s - my first job was waitressing at this dive. Outdated décor aside, it really is the most popular burger and beer joint in the area; on weekend nights I made a killing in tips. It’s funny how much better the food tastes when you’re no longer on the payroll. This beer is hitting the spot too, maybe because a good summer rain always leaves the air so hot and humid.

Occupied with catching up on work emails and spreadsheets, I didn’t even notice a visitor standing at my table. At first, all I see is the pelvic region of this slender, jean-clad guy patiently waiting for me. A perverted thought flashes in my brain, damn, dude, those jeans sure fit you nicely! I’ll bet you have one mighty fine package behind that zipper— Okay, knock it off! I mentally scold myself. Earth to Heather! My brain resets to some semblance of propriety so I can look up to see if the rest of this man is as sexy as—

“Heather? It is you!”

“Josh! Oh my god!” I jump up and give my old pal a big hug. “It’s so good to see you!” Without hesitation, I invite him to join me; it’s been years since we’ve last seen each other and we have some much-needed catching-up to do.

Josh and I were the closest of friends going way back when he first moved here in the 5th grade and on through high school. Even though we were close friends, for some reason we never explored anything more, we were always just that - friends. I would imagine he thought about the possibility of more between us, I know I sure as hell did on many occasions, Josh was always easy on my eyes.

At times I’ve wondered why natural curiosity never led us to play doctor, or some good old-fashioned if you show me yours, I’ll show you mine. Maybe it was because our relationship was always more akin to brother and sister. I think on some level we were afraid that if we took things further, we could run the risk of ruining our already wonderful friendship. Whatever, no sense hashing over what’s in the past now.

Josh explained how he accepted a job teaching computer science and program development at Grand Rapids Community College a year ago. Being it’s only a half-hour commute, he recently moved back home to Standale from Muskegon, where he was previously living after college.

I told him all about my big, exciting city life in Chicago and my budding career at the advertising agency. As glamorous as it all sounds, my job can be downright mundane at times, and, oddly enough, life in a city bustling with people can get pretty lonely when you’re on your own. I’ll admit that I haven’t been the most proactive about putting myself out there, but it’s tough coming out of a four-year marriage and having to start over from the beginning.

Three or four beers later, we’re both laughing out loud, too loud at times, reminiscing about the funny people and events we remember. Josh said I was a real trooper that night we painted out Big Woody’s apostrophe on the town’s welcome sign. He admitted he was so scared we would get caught that he almost peed himself. That’s a new one, I always thought I was the one who was scared the most.

He told me about a girlfriend he dated for a couple of years while in college, but ultimately the relationship flopped, and it bothered him for quite a while afterward. I assured him not to feel bad, my unfulfilling marriage ended a year and a half ago, and, here I am, still picking up the pieces.

Josh has always been someone I can comfortably talk about anything with; add in a few consumed beers to lower my inhibitions and some vocalized thoughts slip past my lips, “Damn, Josh, you’ve always caught my eye, but here we are nine years after graduation and you’re looking hotter than ever! What’s your secret? Do you work out?”

His face flushes red. “Well...” he shrugs, “I try to watch what I eat ... and I run when I can.”

Realizing I just initiated an awkward shift in our conversation, I tell him, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to put you on the spot ... I think the beverages are getting the better of my tongue.”

“No, no, it’s fine. You know, Heather ... after I heard you had divorced, I would be lying if I said I haven’t entertained thoughts about you ... and me. I’ve been debating calling you for the last few months.” Then he sheepishly adds, “Well, not exactly debating, more like I was just too chicken shit to call.”

“Oh, Josh, you know you can call me anytime! Since we’re being open and honest, calling you crossed my mind as well ... I guess you can include me in that same chicken shit club.” I smile.

“To the Chicken Shit Club!” Josh clinks bottles with me.

“Josh, can I tell you something?”

“Sure.”

“My ex was the only guy I was ever with ... and can you believe that in all this time, I still haven’t been with anyone? Sometimes I get so down because, let’s face it, I’m not getting any younger and—”

“You still look every bit of eighteen, but even more gorgeous,” Josh beams. “When I saw you sitting here, I thought I had stepped back in time.”

“Aww, you’re just saying that,” I poo-pooh him.

“No, I’m not.” He looks deep in my brown eyes, “I’ve always thought you were super-cute ... back then, and even more so now.”

“I tell ya,” I return the gaze into his hazel eyes, “if we weren’t in this public place, I’d jump your bones right now ... Seriously!”

Beer getting the better of him as well, Josh blurts out, “I can think of a few non-public places!” Quickly realizing what just flew out of his mouth has him stumbling over his words. “Uh ... that’s if ... uh ... that’s what you were leading to right? I’m so sorry, I’m such an idiot, forget I—”

“You, my friend, are a fucking, world-class, mind reader!” I clinked his beer bottle, “I love how there’s no beating around the bush with you!”

“Really?” he stops babbling and is incredulous.

“Yes, really! I mean why not? We’re adults, we’re allowed a little mutual, no-strings fun, aren’t we?”

“Yes, we are!” he wholeheartedly agrees. The waitress brings us each a fresh beer as Josh offers, “How about this? Would you like to come to my place tomorrow night? I’ll make us dinner. Afterward, we can ... maybe, go catch a movie ... or just stay in and unwind?”

“Sure!” I agree. “And, for the record, I’m perfectly fine with the stay-in and unwind part.” Damn, he’s looking even better and better to me. Josh is the perfect man to reintroduce myself to sex with. I wonder if I should tell him about some of the wild and kinky thoughts I’ve had occasionally occupy my mind.

Reading me again, Josh asks, “You’re getting that, I’ve got something more on my mind look. What’s up?”

“I really hope this won’t make you think I’m crazy, but—”

“It’s okay, I’ve always thought you were crazy,” he interrupts, which earns him a playful punch on the arm from me.

Nervous at first, but with a deep breath of courage, I charge ahead and lay it out for him. “A few months ago, I was reading an article in a medical journal that says the reason women tend to feel really good following sex is because male semen contains serotonin and oxytocin. Both of which are natural anti-depressants and are immediately absorbed into the walls of the vagina. Oxytocin is actually known as the love hormone. Imagine that, with sex, you guys give us all-natural, human-produced, feel-good drugs. Isn’t that just the coolest?”

“Yeah, it is! I never knew that.” Josh’s face lights up, clearly liking the direction of this conversation.

“So, here’s where my wild ass thinking gets crazy. If the cum from one guy can make a woman happy; what would the cum from, say ... ten guys or twenty do?” Biting my lip, I lower my voice, “Call me weird, but it’s kind of a fantasy of mine to be bound and blindfolded and have a bunch of guys lined up, peckers hard, and waiting their turn to fuck my pussy till they shoot-off. I would not know how many there are, just one big, long, orgasm.”

Josh sits back taking this in.

“I know, I know,” I backpedal. “It’s super-crazy ... Just stupid, sex-depraved thoughts I’ve had. Forget I—”

“No, it’s perfectly fine, Heather,” he puts his calming hand on mine. “Who hasn’t thought about multiple people having sex with them at one time or another? I know I have! One of my fantasies is to be a cool-ass rockstar in a band like Five Finger Death Punch or Metallica and have three or four hot groupies do me at once.”

Smiling at him for understanding, I’m relieved I’m not the only one to have such crazy sexual fantasies. I squeeze his hand, “But seriously, back to reality. I can’t believe I’m actually saying this, but I could totally use a shot of your special, feel-good, stuff ... if you’re up for it, that is?”

Josh has a really cute farmhouse on the edge of town, complete with a small red barn out back. Inviting me in, I can smell he’s cooking something fantastic. Remembering my love of Italian food, he’s prepared basil butter sautéed shrimp served with cheese stuffed ravioli smothered in marinara sauce along with a toasted garlic loaf. Mmmmmm!

After dinner, I thank him with a well-deserved hug for preparing such a fantastic meal. Dishes put away, we move to the front porch to unwind with a couple of glasses of red wine - not too tart and just the right amount of sweet, exactly the way I like it. I better be careful, or I might start falling for my best childhood buddy, and, hopefully, soon-to-be bed buddy.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that as a possible future, but before I think about settling down, I want to live out a couple of fantasies, things I feel I missed out on by marrying so young. Okay, so maybe the multiple guys lining up to screw me is a bit far-fetched. Honestly, that was more beer-talk than anything, but I do have other, more realistic goals I can entertain. Tonight, I just want some nice, no-strings-attached, feel-good sex with my best childhood pal.

Needing to stretch my legs, I ask Josh to show me his house. I think he knows it’s my nonchalant way of asking him to show me to his room, and what he keeps in his pants.

Since I’ve already seen most of the first floor, we head upstairs. The house has three bedrooms, but two doors are shut tight. “We’ll have to skip these,” Josh explains. “They’re a huge mess right now and the last of my overall house renovation project I’ve been working on for the last couple of years.”

“Well, you’ve done a wonderful job on everything else,” I compliment him.

At the last door on the right, my host leads the way. “And here’s where I sleep.” His master bedroom is extremely nice, very comfy, homey, and traditional; I love the huge King-size four-poster bed. Sitting down, I rub my hands over the soft comforter inviting Josh to sit next to me.

Awkward about how two platonic friends should start making out, I take the lead and put my hand behind his neck and pull his face to mine. Lips touching, this is a good start. Josh reciprocates and pulls me to him; now the passionate kissing begins. It’s been so long since I’ve had a man so physically close, simply feeling his warmth and his breath on me is sending tingly feelings all the way down to my toes.

My excited nipples are already hard as his hand accidentally brushes over my left breast, I’m sure he had to notice it poking out. Unsure if he should touch me this way yet, he rests his hand on the bed. Picking up his wrist, I slip his hand under my shirt so he can cup my bra. Lip kissing leads to extending our tongues to allow the two to become acquainted by letting them intertwine and dance to their own waltz.

He helps me lift my shirt over my head, and I help him undo the buttons to remove his. Slowly we bare ourselves in a close embrace feeling the warm, gentle, skin-to-skin contact as only two people can.

“Josh?”

“Yeah?”

“Before you get any further undressed, how do you feel about tying my hands to the bedposts and blindfolding me?”

“I can, but don’t you wish to see me?”

“I do, but I want to get to know you with my other senses first. Believe it or not, I will form a very intensely erotic vision of you in my mind by touch only.”

“Okay, but I hope I won’t be a disappointment when you see me with your eyes.”

“Somehow,” I slyly grin looking at his toned shirtless physique up and down, “I don’t think that’ll be possible.” Without overthinking the situation and risking changing my mind, I quickly remove the remainder of my clothes. Josh’s eyes grow wide at his first views of certain private parts of my body. “Don’t worry,” I assure him, “you’ll have plenty of time to check everything out to your heart’s desire.”

He uses a couple of thin towels to tie my wrists to the headboard posts, a light-knit scarf to blindfold me, and a couple of long neck-ties to wrap around my ankles and secure them to the footboard posts. Under my bottom, he places a big bath towel to cover his comforter and absorb any of our sexy dribblings; I gotta give the guy a thumbs-up for thinking ahead. Splayed out like a woman on a medieval torture rack, I know what is to come will be anything but torture, only pure pleasure. The torture will lie in the sweet anticipation of what Josh plans to do with me.

It’s quiet and I can’t see a thing, but I know he’s in the room - at least I think he is. I can smell his body scent on his pillow under my head, he smells sweet and good to me. A slight jiggling lets me know he’s joining me on the mattress and positioning himself between my parted legs.

My pussy is fully exposed to him, and I can’t help but wonder what he thinks. I hope it looks nice and he likes it. Of course, he likes it! I mentally correct myself. What pussy does NOT look good to a guy? Some men like pubes and some don’t; I wonder where Josh stands on the issue? I hope he appreciates how I keep myself shaved clean, I’m kind of anal about tending to it every day.

I feel his hands settle on the bed on each side of me, he’s on all fours hovering over top. Is he getting ready to push his cock inside me? I don’t know if he’s even taken his pants off yet. I wonder how big he is. This is so crazy! But, oh god, so intensely stimulating too! His lips touch mine for a few kisses, then he moves off to the side to nuzzle on my neck and below my ear. His breathing tickles and causes me to squirm, but it feels so good too.

Moving down, Josh is kissing my collarbone area and taking his sweet ass time to decide which of my breasts to sample first. For the love of god, pick one! I mentally scream. Now he’s sidetracking and kissing down my arm of all things! This anticipation is driving me nuts! I arch my back and push my boobs up at him like, see these! Please DO SOMETHING with them! Why can’t he read my mind as he did at Lorna’s when he quickly picked up on how I was interested in sex?

The thing is, Josh is reading my mind, he’s doing exactly what I want him to do. He’s teasing me yet doing his best to satisfy my bound and blindfolded fantasy at the same time. I love you for this, Josh!

His face is in my hand, kissing my palm. This is amazing, I can feel the slight stubble of his shaven beard with my fingertips that weren’t visible when I was looking at him. I really am experiencing Josh in greater detail than I imagined. Slowly, he lets the tip of his tongue travel back up my arm, pausing to swirl and tickle around the inside of my elbow crease, then on up my upper arm. Finally, he’s getting back into boob territory; I’m praying he decides to make the trek up one of my mounds. I have a couple of anxious nipples awaiting his arrival!

Starting under my arms, his hands caress my sides, he’s rubbing up and down over my ribs. They feel warm and slightly rough from the work he does to maintain this small farm when not teaching at the college. That’s okay, I like a man’s hands to feel like they’re used for more than tapping computer keys. I really like how he’s touching me this way; it gives me such a special comfort that he accepts me for who I am.

His warm breath on my belly tells me he’s leaning in with his face close to my body. Resuming contact with his tongue, he’s licking below my nipple on what I like to call my under-boob.

“Mmmm...” he hums, “I really love this part, the bottom side is so soft.”

“Mmmm ... It sure is,” I hum in agreement.

Taking his time, he licks his way around and up. When he takes my nipple into his mouth, I inhale a quick gasp. The nerve endings in my nipples and areolas are directly connected to those in my pelvic region, supercharged sensations race through my whole body and land at my sex.

He sucks and pulls on my nipples, gently pinching them between his lips. Ohhhh, that feels so good! Opening his mouth wide, he extends his tongue to flick and twirl all around. When he plants his open mouth down to suck at the same time, oh lord, I’ve gone to heaven! Josh is so meticulous; he makes sure each boob receives an equal amount of his loving attention.

His rubbing hands are on my sides again, this time he’s caressing from the bottom of my ribs down to my waist. Mmmm, a girl can get used to this kind of attention on her body. On my belly, he rubs his face all over commenting on how he enjoys my extra-soft skin - no man has ever shown such special attention to me in this way, it’s really nice!

I can tell he’s opening his mouth wide, but what is he planning to do now? Planting down, he blows hard and makes the loudest, bubbliest-sounding, raspberry fart ever! “Oh, Josh! Stop that!” I yell, laughing at the same time. All he does is laugh and blow a few more, each one louder than the one before. Josh doing this lets me know that he’s completely comfortable with me, and I like that. Even though we’re grown adults, why not have some silly fun like we’re kids?

He’s getting up and off the bed; I don’t want to ask what he’s doing, because I want everything to be a surprise to my senses. Wait, what’s this I hear? There’s a sound I really like - there’s nothing quite like the sound of your man slowly unzipping his jeans. The soft rumple of him pulling them down lets me know he’s removing the last of his clothes. This is followed by a fainter whispering sound of him slipping off his undies. He’s now naked with me - oh, how I so badly want to see him! I wish this blindfold would somehow magically come undone and fall off.

Positioning himself between my legs again, is Josh preparing to push it in my pussy? Just wait, I tell myself, let’s see what he does. Let’s see, isn’t that a hoot? The whole point is I can’t see!

His lips touch my knee, then slowly he kisses his way upwards and inwards to where my legs meet my body. Oh, this is so awesome! He’s teasing his way up my thigh on his way to my radiant blooming flower! He slows as he gets close to the crease, so close I can feel the air movement of his breath caress over my wettening lips – Mmmmm. I arch my back, trying to push myself closer. Kiss my pussy, Josh, kiss my pussy.

Starting on my other knee, I know what he’s doing, more of his delightful anticipation-building. Instead of kissing his way in, this time he’s licking. His tongue is lazily meandering its way up the silky soft inner skin of my thigh, occasionally he stops to punctuate with a few kisses. There are only so many roads leading to the promised land and apparently, Josh wants to travel them all.

He must be lying on his chest now because I can sense his face just inches from my womanhood by the hot puffs of his breath; one thing’s for sure, he’s definitely made it to the gates. He deeply inhales my scents and whispers, “Mmmmm ... you smell wonderful, Heather.” Once again arching my back, I offer myself. Lick my pussy, Josh, lick my pussy. Please!

Without sight, all my other senses are heightening their awareness. Remember how I could feel his faint beard stubble with my fingertips, or how I’m picking up his body scent from just his pillow, and how clearly I could hear him unzip and drop his pants? The one sense I have not applied yet is taste. This gives me an idea, but I’ll elaborate my thoughts on that later because I think Josh is about to—

“Oh! Oh-my-Oh my god!” I yelp as the tip of his tongue touches me. Talk about mental fireworks exploding across my being! What’s the big deal you may be asking, his tongue has just been all over your body. When I say touch me, I mean his tongue just zeroed in and landed directly on my super-excited clit!

His fingers open me wider and I spread my legs as far as my restraints allow. He’s immediately working absolute wonders by twirling his tongue around my little niblet. Licking and flicking, Josh knows to get in, and around the sides because sometimes the very tip can be super-sensitive. Not only is his tongue performing indescribable magic, but I love how he presses in to suck my clit between his lips and gently pulls on it, tasting it and massaging it. I can very clearly hear the cute little smacking sounds that uniquely come from someone dining in your hot place.

Josh wiggles his hands under my ass to grab and pinch my cheeks; I love how he’s lifting me to feed himself. He takes one of my outer lips between his to gently suck and pull on it a few times, then it’s on to the other for the same fun. Opening wide, he completely covers my mound with his mouth so his tongue can roam all inside my inner folds. It’s amazing how he’s totally exploring my feminine wonders with such detail, licking, tasting, and even delicately working the tip right on my urethral opening. I do believe I’ll have the cleanest vagina in the township when he’s done with his oral bathing of me!

Between my minor inner lips, his tongue finds the opening to my canal. Extending in as far as he can, he wiggles it about. Wow! I can’t tell you how awesome this feels! With his tongue stretched to its limits up in my hole, his nose is pressed to my fun button and keeps it stimulated. This is the first time I’ve ever been tongue fucked like this and I’m loving it! In a way, I regret having my ankles bound because I want to close my thighs on his head and hold him on me like this forever! I know it’s just Josh, but, damn, it feels like a whole party going on in my pussy! I’m so wet, his face must be absolutely drenched in my juices.

Over the hungry smacking sounds of Josh’s devouring, I can hear him unconsciously humming and moaning his own pleasures like he’s finally been served a meal he’s been craving for far too long and forgetting his table manners. It’s okay, Josh, table manners are not required when dining with me, or should I say, on me!

I have never had anyone so thoroughly enjoy me like this before! I know that’s not saying much as I’ve only had one other partner in my life, but I can tell Josh is truly loving this; he’s a real pussy guy who knows exactly how to please his girl! How in the hell did his former girlfriend ever let go of a guy this talented?

Coming up for air, he plants kisses on my smooth shaved pubic area above my slit. Remember my plan to bring my sense of taste into this fun? I think it’s time to ask how he feels about it.

“Josh?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you hard?”

“Of course, I am! I just had my face buried in your delicious pussy!”

“Here, come lay alongside me, let’s wait for it to go soft.”

“Why?”

“I want you to straddle me and put your cock at my face. I have no idea what you’re like, or how big you are, but I want to learn everything using only my mouth.”

“Sure!”

“Let’s start with you soft,” I explain, “that way I can feel how you get hard.”

“I like the sound of this!” he enthusiastically agrees.

We lay together and wait. After a little while, he says, “It’s not going down, I’m still sticking straight up.”

“I probably shouldn’t have been so detailed with my plans,” I snicker.

We try talking about anything but sex, movies we like, bands we’ve seen, books we’ve read, and after about ten minutes Josh happily informs me, “I think we’re good now, it’s finally soft. I never thought I would be so excited at being limp!”

“Alright, cowboy, hop in the saddle and let me have a taste!”

Tiny leg hairs on his soft inner thighs tickle the sides of my boobs as Josh straddles my body. Scooting forward, he maneuvers himself into position. I can feel his radiant body heat bearing down on my face, I’m so excited knowing his sex is literally within inches!

Initial contact is a soft bulb of silken skin touching my lips, my heart is pounding with excitement. After all these years of curiosity and wishful wonderment about this most interesting and private part of my friend’s anatomy, he’s ready to let me explore him in the most intimate way. The tip of his penis is at my lips!

Savoring the moment, I open my mouth to welcome Josh. He gently eases forward and lets his satiny-soft cock slowly glide in on my tongue. Fluffy tufts of curly hair first tickle, then envelop to completely surround my nose. At the same time, his soft sack comes to rest on my chin.

Ohhh, Josh! So, this is you! Hel-lo, my friend!

By design, a person’s natural body scents are quite evident in their erogenous zones and those sweet, manly scents of Josh I was enjoying from his pillow are magnificently intensified at his genitals. Contained in his silky soft bush of pubic hair, his warm and musky male pheromones absolutely fill my nostrils. Oh my god, he smells fantastic! I’ve never been too excited one way or another about pubes, but I’m really turned on by Josh’s. Maybe it’s because I’ve always mentally pictured him having a nice dark patch matching the rich brown hair on his head.

He’s so polite! Even when he’s spread-legged over my face with his dangler in my mouth, he asks, “Is this okay? Should I stay still? Or jiggle it around a bit?”