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vers. The
night had been clammy, and unsatisfying.
I stretched, and Tom sprawled quietly back over the other site of the bed.
His arms were thrown back as if shot, but there was a peace in his breathing
and face that belied that impression. I smiled to myself, and ran my flattened
hand down his chest, and washerboard stomach to his flaccid penis. I loved
this time, when he was soft, and unconscious. I softly rolled his balls
between my fingers, and felt a slight shift and firming against the back of my
hand. I smiled, rolled away, and rose to shower.
Over breakfast Tom was eager. We had been together for almost a year, and
almost all of it had been good. He had been very tender, and passionate when
we met, but had the roughness in men that I love. He was always slightly
stubbly, rumpled, and raw. I had come to love the harshness of this older man
as he kissed my neck, and kneaded m
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