Director’s Choice

My thoughts of simulation for the performance were beginning to melt away. But was I really ready for it?

“Give me your cum,” Kim murmured, long dark hair draping down and tickling my bare chest as my lips briefly were freed. “It will make the work on the stage so much easier. You know it will.”

I couldn’t disagree. I’d had no intention of doing this, despite my suspicions about the abbreviated script of Romeo and Juliet I’d been given, but there was the $5,000 for just two matinees of work, during what I’d been afraid would be a down time in my production schedule, and also, I couldn’t deny, there had been the longing to explore the possibilities of this side of me. When I signed the contract, could I really say I wasn’t attracted to it by the other possibilities?

Overwhelmed by the new sensations, the sensuality of the circumstances, the sweetness of Kim’s kisses, the sliding of Kim’s sheathing hand on my throbbing cock, I let my pelvis relax and Kim’s hand take control. It didn’t take long to give Kim what was asked for.

“Sorry,” I mumbled.

“I’m not,” Kim responded, with a smile.