Scream For Me
He was perfect in every way, a body sculpted by the angels, an Adonis, sent to earth for mere mortals like me to drool over, to dream over, to ache for.
“Come,” Aaron said and took my hand. He pulled me up and led me through the apartment. I was here every day of the week, spending time with Ben, but with lights dimmed, the darkness pushing against the windows outside, and the two of us walking naked through the house, it wasn’t the kid’s home I knew during the day. It had become an adult’s playpen.
For just a second, I imagined what it would be like if Aaron fucked me on every surface.
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