Was it unthinkable, rude, or unfriendly to request a visiting man to, “Put your d**k inside me right now, Ginger. I want it…You…It. And—and I want it now. All of it. Do it.”
Wasn’t sure. Guess it didn’t really matter since he pulled his face away from my rear, climbed off the bed with the speed of Superman, snatched some lube and a condom from a nearby drawer (after I politely told him where the necessary applications were located), returned to the bed, and suited up to rock both our worlds.
I admit here and now, years later, it wasn’t his first rodeo regarding man-inside-man s*x. In fact, I guessed, because he had some all-American handsomeness going on, muscular beauty, and quite the ginger looks, that he had bedded a number of gents in his thirty-plus years. I estimated more than ten
