Whatever It Takes

Mon, 03 Jul 2017 00:00:00 +0000

We’d been going out for several months when I found out about Hank.

I’d wondered why he liked to hold my hands over my head when we made love. And I noticed he liked backing up against a tree or a light pole, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me.

One afternoon we were on the floor in my kitchen, Hank on his back, me kneeling astride. I leaned forward to kiss him while grabbing his wrists and holding them over his head, like he did to me. He immediately became hard under me and his kisses became almost frantic.

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Whatever It Takes