Nature Boy Again

Sometimes I think it could have been you and me really, despite everyone else. In another time or another place maybe it could have been. I just keep fucking you and fucking you. Missing you when Im not. Not missing you. Dont want to let myself miss you. Maybe this is all just hormones and boredom.

Nature Boy Returns

Back as a blast from the past. Laying with an arched back in a meadow full of hay. Closer to coming from just a mans hands than I have ever been. Filling the blanket with gushing wetness.

The sex was a little quick and uninspiring but the feeling of paradise and freedom is unparamount. 

In nature, eating raw hazelnuts from a tree, smoking weed, kissing your wet lips, pulling my dress around my waist as you push your flesh into my flesh. In a memory and in that moment, it all comes back. 

The Gas Man

You are vibrating with nerves and enthusiasm. I suck your dick in a brightly lit car park at 11am on a Wednesday morning. 

Charlie Boy

 Charlie boy we have so much fun, toys and props and lingerie. You’re so naive. So innocent and unborn. But you fuck like you can’t stop. We go through weeks where you don’t talk to me. Like you control me. I need to replace you, but I’ll keep the toys.

The Window Cleaner

 The kind of sex we make is like that relationship shit. Its not the best but its everything isn’t it. Intimate, careful, caring. Loving. Awkward. Not on my part. You’re starting to push on me now, about seven shags in. Your hand over my mouth or on my throat. Asking me about anal. Treating me like I have value to you. Sometimes I think I do, whilst also being sure that I don’t. You’re married. Im not hurting myself yet but it’s probably not far off. 

The Italian Returns

I come awake with the sensation of your hard cock pressing desperately against my cunt, trying to enter me. You run your hands over my skin and I let you slide into my body.

Kissing me in the living room. Watching me cook. Endless chat  and comfortable togetherness. It feels like a holiday. Walking on the beach. Driving in my car. You build some flatpack furniture for me. Just to be manly and helpful in an old school way. I watch you easily form the wood together in your hands.  You talk to me about how you use to build boats before that stopped and you started something else. About Liguria. Your grandmother. Loss. The ghosts of women that haunt your head. I listen to you because I like you. Even though I don’t always like the content. 

We fuck in my clean white bed. I suck your cock. You eat me and touch me. We fuck like a couple. Easy... romantic... I sigh when you leave... 

The Mancunian #2

Finally into bed with you and you haven't made it that easy to get here and you're definitely not making it easy now.

You can barely keep it hard. You dont eat.

I wont be dining here again.