I would enjoy
painting the little bubbles of Stephen's spit glinting
like tiny beads on its
head and smeared along its shaft gathered around the intricate knots of
his zigzagging
veins.
"Before our
wedding day, we've agreed to abstain
completely for a week," Stephen
announced. "We'll
both be as
horny as hell on the night, so
two or
three orgasms each should be the minimum to expect."
"
Can you just turn towards the
light a
little..." I said, struggling to
get the
sheen of his helmet
just right before it
withered too much. "
What sort of
time do you
think I'll be able to get to
bed on
your wedding
night?