Minute one. We are far too old for this game. Old and mature. On the doorsteps of our middle lives. Some call us sexually weathered because we are almost forty. Others simply define the two of us as male whores, seeking out public quickies without paying any prices. No matter what we are labeled, it doesn’t stop us from having an unspoken attraction to each other.
Minute two. Our mouths connect as well as our chests. I can feel his hard n*****s beneath his shirt and his breath against my face. The kiss becomes maddening, soaked in lust, and numbs me from brain to feet. I’m catapulted to a different world with aliens that look half human and half fish, but they’re not called mermaids. There are seven suns and seven planets, all of which are different hues. Some of these spheres are bright,
