🌹💛Once is not custom...

🌹💛Once is not custom, 

I take off the costume, 

and tonight I want your hands on my skin for all clothing.

I want to let myself be touched everywhere, 

close my eyes and give myself to you, 

with all my skin. 

I don't want to lead the dance, 

on the contrary, 

I want you to guide me on the paths of indecency, 

and give in to the intoxication of the senses.

So touch, 

caress, 

grab, 

wank, 

tickle, 

captivate, 

tease, 

pinch, 

either sweet or perverse, 

take as long as you want to make me cum, 

masturbate me until the limit approaches and then slip away, 

let me with the rod on fire, 

test my resistance to the ultimate pleasure.

Take back control, 

dare all the caresses, 

the ones you like to receive, 

the ones you don't know how to ask for yet, 

make me your object, 

your toy, 

for a few hours. 

Make me come in your hands, 

on your fingers, 

trace your first name on my skin with the ink of my enjoyment or use it as a lubricant to reverse the roles and penetrate me... 

And then, please, 

give me back a little of your gentleness, 

when you've finished playing with your hands on my manhood, 

offer me your tenderness, 

this tenderness that a man sometimes lacks so much that he doesn't know no longer how to ask for it or how to receive it. 

I appreciate it, and wish it, 

on my legs, 

my arms, 

my torso and my belly, 

on my back too and my shoulders.

I told you, 

I want your hands for any garment; 

so dress me warmly, 

outside it's winter after all, 

and your hands are so soft and warm that it already feels like spring on my skin when you caress me...  Everything is coming back... 

so let's start again, 

with all your sensuality... 

and add your breasts, 

your mouth, 

to your silent and yet voluble hands of love... 

💛💖💗💕💓💘💞💝