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On a rare Saturday mid-afternoon meeting, I stretched luxuriously between his legs. I lavished attention on his cock until he grabbed my hair with both hands and held me in place.
A warm breeze coming through the room encouraged sloth. I put my cheek on his hip and licked the final drops of fluid from him. We rested like that, touching and talking, as he recovered.
He’s got lovely balls. I’ve no idea if they meet the Platonic ideal for balls, but to me they are entirely perfect. As are balls that ride higher than his. And ones that hang lower. But this isn’t a discussion of the undefinable characteristics which make one set of balls more or less desirable than the next.
For the first time in my life on that warm Saturday mid-afternoon, I found myself eyeball-to-ball with a man’s package as it was in the act of relaxing. Have you ever been there? Do you know what it’s like?
Before my amazed eyes, I watched the skin crinkle and pleat as his body rearranged itself. It was mesmerizing. I couldn’t tell you if the overall effect was one of drawing closer or pushing away, but really it doesn’t matter.
I watched for a good half hour as his skin wound tighter (or looser, or both), snaking in convoluted paths past itself. I could have watched all day, I think, but eventually he tired of being observed and flipped me over so as to do some observing of his own.
Have you done this? If not, I highly recommend it as an instructive way to spend a warm Saturday afternoon.
Kat on May 22nd, 2008 
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the little sister on May 22nd, 2008 
Eric
Omnipotent Poobah
Cosmic Doula ;)
David on May 22nd, 2008 
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cole
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