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.

The Mancunian

Kissing me in your car and I want to rip your soul out through your throat. Sucking your tongue like a ice-pop, kissing your lips, teasing us both and soaking myself. We are so different but the chemistry is like a car crash. A hurtling arousal, flinging me about. You bite my chest and wrap your hand around my neck and block everything else out. You smell like a man and I need to fuck you. 

The Engineer

You are an awkward post fuck, 

Clothes back on real quick, 

Because you’re afraid if you stick around 

I may accidentally fall in love with you 

Just because I’ve seen your dick? 

I can assure you its unlikely