I wake up to a cool breeze caressing my face and the calming sound of a light rain outside my ajar window. It's 3:34 in the morning and all is still in the apartment, save for my wandering mind. Lying straight back, I close my eyes, and expose my semi-erect penis to tranquil air and darkness. I'm now envisioning us lounging on a couch in front of a television set to which we couldn't possibly be paying any less attention. I'm sitting upright while you're lying on your side, against me. One of your arms is behind my back, your head is resting just under my chest. For the past half-hour, our conversation has been light-hearted, comforting, even philosophical. This despite your fondling my now fully-erect, exposed penis, your breasts threatening to spill out of your blouse onto my lap, and my hand circling over your bare ass and the small of your back. Suddenly, three tap kisses are seductively placed, by you, along the shaft of my manhood, bringing the conversation to...
Remember the man you created and the man created for you. Consider the parts of them that would surely die in the absence of your light.
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