Have I ever shared that The Wanderer knows me intimately? Perhaps it is because we have been friends for so long, but he knows how uncomfortable some words make me. And sadist that he is, he uses them and smiles about them (even from distance, I’m sure).
For example, he wrote to me that I was a good cocksucker. Okay, even writing the words makes me squirm a bit.
But he told me that as my mouth was wrapped around him last time as well. In the act, he uttered words that turn me shy. It was a contrast – a mind fuck that I always find delicious – as my body and mouth were wanton and bold, but words suddenly make me feel like a sheltered and shy unsure youth.
*This picture is not with The Wanderer. It’s a shadow that I love from the photo story of David and I.