just love this moment between this top and his boy. (If you don't
understand radical sex nomenclature, substitute the words *young man* for
*boy.*) The boy was on his knees. The top was standing over him with a
cigar in one gloved hand. The glove on his face was a metaphor
proclaiming, I possess you, even if just for this moment or in this space,
there is nothing else but you and me. You only see, smell and taste what I
want you to and nothing else. The boy sighed and moaned.