One

It usually starts in the smallest of hours and under those pre-requists. Under the sheets it starts with the fingers. It always starts with the fingers. Apart from starting with the fingers it's going to be different. It has to be, to keep you interested, excited.    So the fingers twine around fingers, moving onto the wrists. Lips to hands and arms, the inside of your elbow. As my mouth draws closer to your arm pit, the side of your body moves away, against me and then you're suddenly on top.    The heat of lust. Smiling at each other's smiles. Lips touch. Eyes together and my fingers trace from behind your ear, in-between your shoulder-blades, the small of your back, then to the point where your arse starts. I grab a cheek. We twist over.    Lips move to just below your ear, across your jaw-line, down the neck. Kissing, all the time kissing. Onto your collar bone, then between your breasts, darting over nipples in turn and repeating, crossing the stomach and down.    Back up together legs and arms fight. Everything presses urgency. My solid cock pushing against your hot vagina. Hot. We're both ready. And so you slowly easy me into you. I lose control. I exhale. There's semen on my hands. I don't where you are, what you're doing, whether you're awake or who you even are.    Masturbation is the only way to get to sleep when I feel this way. It's one.

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