"For me, it's not just the orgasm. It's when I snuggle up
close, my cock wilting between the butt cheeks, as we slowly
fall asleep. Then, a part of me dies the next day. I feel sad
and melancholy because I want to be in that moment of
ecstasy that was the night before. It's a wonderful ache...a
beautiful sadness."
A lovely man made this comment today. I believe that each
of us can profoundly connect to this.
Well spoken my lovely man, well spoken.
