JUDE
I am thrumming with desire.
Desire to be touched, to be kissed, to be caressed, to be filled up … I want Miko with every fibre of my body.
I ache for him.
That's why I strip naked the second he leaves and get under the blankets and pretend that I am lying down calmly, even though my blood is on fire. Miko likes me, likes me even more than I thought he would, and he has kissed me again. He has gotten hard for me and I have seen his dick.
I have often wondered what it looks like, how it would feel in my mouth, and just the memory of it is enough to make my mouth water. It's not beautiful, for it to be called beautiful means that it would be delicate, almost, but he is far from delicate. Far from pretty.
Raw. That's the word. I can only describe it. I can see the veins, how they form ridges on his skin, the harder he gets, when I close my eyes. He is cut, and the red swollen head, fat, plump … he is big. Bigger than I anticipated because Miko never struck me as a small guy.
