Chapter 2542 I Want That Cock Badly(Sex-ventures):>Ep3
- We had planned on a movie after dinner, the latest blockbuster superhero spectacle. I wasn't the slightest bit interested. Taylor enjoys the genre, but of course he can watch it anytime. It's already nearly nine. A two hour movie plus drive time would get us back after midnight, and tonight the last thing I want to be in his bed is tired. Not yet, anyway.
- No sooner do we get seated in the car than I unzip his pants and pull out his cock. It's completely cooperative, and Taylor is all sighs and smiles the entire way home. I don't think he's too upset about not seeing the movie. At a couple of stoplights I manage to lean over and give it a couple of full strokes with my mouth. Taylor gasps, and I giggle. There's no reason to put it back in his pants, and it's still throbbing eagerly when we pull into his garage and lower the door behind us. My hand is back on his cock, squeezing firmly, once he unlocks the door, and I lead him confidently into the bathroom. I let go only long enough to drop my romper and my sandals, place my jewelry into my purse, and for him to dispense with his clothes.
- Showering with Taylor becomes a tug-of-war. Usually we take turns leisurely washing each other, but tonight neither one of us wants to wait. I desperately need to feel his skin sliding under my fingers, to feel the curves and angles of his body, and to examine and manipulate that wonderful cock. It's not just wonderful, it's striking, and unique. Flaccid, it's handsome enough: large and thick, proportional, not too much of a lean to one side. Erect, though, it's remarkable. His corpus cavernosum expands outward to the sides more than it does upward, giving the upper surface a broad and nearly flat top, curving along the sides like a very thick tongue, with a cylindrical bottom acting like a deep keel. The entire shaft curves smoothly upward, tapering below an expanded glans that protrudes mushroom-like towards the sky. I've occasionally had him pose while I sketch studies of it, and I've taken quite a few photos of it from different angles. After viewing them, he began calling it "my aircraft carrier", or "the flight deck." Still reminds me more of a thick tongue. Taylor used to be a bit embarrassed and insecure about it, but I think I've corrected that misunderstanding. I love it. I love the way it looks, and I love the way it feels inside me. It's instantly recognizable, if I were blindfolded and fucked by a group of men, I'd know by feel whether any of them were Taylor.