He could taste his own blood on his tongue, and instead of disturbing him, it felt right. Hitching his leg up and around Mikhal's waist, he let his heel dig into the back of the man's thigh. He was going to come again, and there was nothing he could do to prevent it. No amount of chastity, or prayer was going to stop his body from doing what it was created to do. It felt completely helpless, and as he went over the edge, he marveled at how much sacrifice it really was to devote one's life to celibacy.
(Read comments)
Post a comment in response:
scribbld is part of the horse.13 network
Design by Jimmy B.
Logo created by 
hitsuzen.
Scribbld System Status
