edge with lust. He groaned as my tongue passed over his most sensitive part, and he pushed upward with his body as if to cue me for my next move. Realizing that his need was becoming more urgent, I allowed myself the sublime pleasure of taking him deep within my throat for the first time.

He slid effortlessly, until my nose was buried in the soft patch of hair above it. My tongue swirled gracefully up and down as my head moved in similar fashion. He put his hands on my head and forced me down as deeply as I could go, and then allowed me to ease up on my own. His fingers were curled in my hair, and his moans became insistent whimpers as I ministered to his ferocious need. I sucked with a passionate abandon I had never felt in my life, and I applied my talents in ways I didn’t know I could until I had him squirming and writhing in the seat before me, whispering obscenities and occasionally my name.

Finally, sensing he could take no more, I pushed myself to take him as deeply within me as I could, and I reached up and dug my fingers into his chest. He groaned, tensed up, and then released himself within me. I was amazed at how long it lasted, and how much physical exertion he allowed himself in the process. Some moments later, when I had eagerly consumed all there was, he lay back in the chair, panting freely as he attempted to collect his wits and return to reality.

I sat back, wiped my chin, and watched him. He lay, eyes closed, utterly exposed and still quite ready for more, sprawled in the chair, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he regained consciousness. It seemed like an eternity, but it gave the chance to memorize every single part of him. He was, without a doubt and even in this spent state, the most stirringly beautiful creature ever placed before me.

My knees were tired, so I stood up, stretched a bit, and found another chair and pulled it close to his. I reached across and took his hands in mine, and looked into his face, and it was only then that I realized that tears were falling freely from his eyes, which were still closed.

“What’s the matter?” I asked.

“Oh, God, nothing’s the matter. Nothing at all. It’s just that I’ve just never felt anything quite like that in my life. I’ve never felt so good about feeling so utterly drained of energy; that took everything out of me.”

I smiled somewhat devilishly, and said, “Hmm. I seem to recall telling you that I had a few talents besides writing. Now you believe me, I guess.” I smiled and squeezed his hand.

“I do, my friend. That was the most powerful sexual experience I’ve ever had. Can we do it again?”

“Of course, any time you want,” I replied, smiling. “I think it’s pretty evident that I’d do it all day and night if you’d let me. Any time you want, just ask.”

“OK…. I’m asking,” he said, with a sheepish look on his face.

“Now?” I asked, incredulous.

“Um, yeah… I’m here, you’re here, and, well, you’re just so damn good, man.”

I pushed back the chair I was sitting in, and resumed my position at his feet. By the time I had reached for