At the office he is deemed a capable supervisor (although his
long hair, cascading below his shoulders, is a distraction to
several of the corporate executives); the youngest district
manager in the company's hundred and five years), and his
string is the most lucrative eleven branches in the division.
Homophobes occupy highest ranks at headquarters, but they
have not yet identified him. When he returns home to the
apartment, his given nature is well identified. He removes
his jacket, shoes, and button-down white shirt at once, and
always in that order. Then, still clad in his supple, but
perfectly tailored slacks, and dark socks---the kind with
slender yellow seams encircling his toes horizontally---
he approaches you with ardent kisses and a firm embrace to
offer you the total intimacy of his body. Of course, your
lofter has engorged, as his has; and later, they will enjoy
frottage and the exchange of fragrant, flavorful, and
glistening sweetness---from the first, preliminary droplets
(upon which no imposed inhibitions obstructively intrude)
all the way through the last of the sevenfold surges.
Starward