Scenes from a Queer Life
Aug. 26th, 2003 07:43 amLying in bed, coitus having been achieved, he looks up at me, his recently washed face now gleaming with a slight smattering of sweat. The odor of semen was heavy over a slight underlayer of Prescriptives moisturizer as I kissed him. He reaches up with his bound hands, gently scratches the side of his nose and breathes out, "Thanks for the mask."
A moment of confusion ensued, though a glance at the toy drawer was enough to confirm that he meant the facial scrub I'd given him earlier and not the blindfold, which still lay unused in the drawer.
A moment of confusion ensued, though a glance at the toy drawer was enough to confirm that he meant the facial scrub I'd given him earlier and not the blindfold, which still lay unused in the drawer.
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Date: 2003-08-26 08:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-26 09:28 am (UTC)