The Celtic Sonata of Life
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- sr71plt
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- Gay Sex Stories
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- cotswolds, dancing, domination, gay anal, gay retreat, hunky farmer, music, novelist, rough sex, tattoos
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Summary
The cock wants this; the cock wants that. What about what I want? But I knew what I wanted. I wanted the cock.
“You’re so big, so deep,” I murmured. It came out with another low sob, but also with a sense that he was concerned for my pleasure after all, if only a little. I needed more from him. “No man has ever been that deep. You are magnificent.”
Pimping for some sign of passion for me.
Nothing. But perhaps the intensity with which he was concentrating on the fuck should give me an indication how much he wanted it.
“Good. It’s a good angle for me. I can stroke deep, long. Listen to the music. Feel the beat. This is the Dance of Life sonata. This movement is the primeval Dance of the Fuck.” He laughed and I didn’t know whether to take him seriously or not. His terminology was idiotic. It was just a fuck. But this was not a moment to give it any thought. “We will dance now, you and I. The Dance of the Fuck.”