Since my compression pants leave absolutely nothing to the imagination in the way they mould around my bum and front, if I’m going to wear anything underneath, these swimmers leave much less of a VPL than just about anything else. Stretching his arms, he lifted his head and chest off mine; our eyes locked in a mutual loving stare as the intensity of his lovemaking increased. “Shouldn’t you be up by now?”
“I would have thought it’s pretty obvious to you that I am”
“So you can only think about sex?”
“Let’s see now. Hard full depth thrusts. I just wanted you to know.” And then he kissed me; a kiss full of beautiful intimacy, pleasure and kindness without expectation of sexual progression. Regular readers will know I’m renowned for wearing rather brief – barely adequate – ones. I tossed him an out. Chris was too nice to last long.
