o – O – o

This time we slept in each other’s arms for more than a few seconds. I came to to find her, still naked, cleaning me with a wash cloth. No, that’s not true. She had a wash cloth, but she was cleaning my poor, expired penis with her mouth.

Feeling me stir and seeing me awake again, she stopped, laughed quietly. ‘I’ve missed the taste, love it, I’d forgotten how much.’

The she slurped me into her mouth again. This time there wasn’t even a twitch.

She laughed again, ‘Poor old bugger,’ she addressed my shrivelled penis, ‘I think I’ve killed you for the night.’

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