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I held my breath as he went down. His lips pressed against me. He consumed me. I counted the seconds passing wondering how long I could go. He knew what he was doing. He was gentle but he was in control. He had me in his mouth. I closed my eyes.

Sometimes I close my eyes to pretend the person down there is not the person down there. Other times I close my eyes for no reason other than to concentrate on the feeling. The way it feels down there.

It’s strange to think of the guys that have been down there. Tonight he is someone I have seen once or twice at the store across the street. Tonight I finally had the courage to speak to him. He spoke back and he came back to my room.

We talked some. We kissed.

Afterwards we spoke again. We held each other. We allowed time to pass. He left. I never saw him again….

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