Visible Lives:. Terrance Dean

      I bought the game and now I am addicted. I play when I come home from work. It’s totally relaxing.

      Besides, I need the practice because Quincy is extremely competitive. “You don’t want none of this,” he yells every time he scores. “I’m the king up in here.”

      I shake my head and put on my game face. “This is my kingdom,” I yell back. “Get off me and watch this drop in your face!” I score.

      Fun.

      Lots of fun.

      And, Quincy loves eating dishes from varied cultures.

      Indian.

      Ethiopian.

      Spanish.

      French.

      Italian.

      And we explore restaurant after restaurant.

      Feeding one another off each other’s plates.

      “Here baby, try this.” Quincy scoops up a forkful of food and feeds me.

      At the Ethiopian restaurant it’s customary to eat with your hands. So when the dishes arrived Quincy gathered the meat, vegetables, and bread between his fingers, reached across the table, and put his hand in my mouth. I slowly licked and sucked the food out of his hand. My head moving back and forth, then round and round. “You didn’t get all of it,” he said. “There is some left on my fingers.”

      I opened my mouth and Quincy fed each finger to me one at a time until I captured all the leftover food and juices.

      This turned Quincy on.

      As well as me.

      We rush home after dinner and finish devouring one another.

      For dessert.

      Quincy is the quintessential lover.

      Making love with him is like dew drops on a summer morning.

      Perfect.

      He makes love to every part of my body.

      From the balls of my feet to the top of my head.

      Quincy’s warm mouth succulently explores places that have been completely left desolate. Like a roving inquisitor Quincy reminds me what making love is all about.

      It isn’t fast.

      Quick.

      Or painful.

      He is tender.

      Passionate.

      Gentle.

      He whispers in my ear with each stroke.

      We work our bodies together in perfect rhythm.

      Having multiple orgasms in one night. Something I’d never experienced with any man.

      I also enjoy giving oral pleasure and satisfying him. I gently place his massive erect dick in my mouth and taste his juices.

      He is sweet like nectar.

      Whenever his pulsating dick jerks and he wants to pull out of my mouth I push his hands away and swallow all of him.

      He returns the favor.

      His tongue flickers around the head of my dick then he licks and sucks every inch of me.

      He won’t stop until I let go, shooting my juices in his mouth.

      He loves tasting and telling me, “Give me more. I want to taste all of you.”

      Then he crawls on his hands and knees, arching his back, lifting his fat bubble ass, wanting me to stroke him as he does me.

      I can’t and don’t get enough of Quincy.

      My mojo has been restored. I am refreshed and replenished.

      Every day I get my fill of Quincy.

      The most generous lover I have ever known.

      My days are easy.

      I am floating.

      Stress-free.

      Youthful.

      I am in love.