Point of no return
I can't believe I walked through the door. I told myself over and over that it would never happen, that it would always remain a fantasy.Here I am on my knees and the the most perfect specimen is mere inches from my face.It is cut, long, smooth, and capped with a large mushroom head.I know I want to taste it, to run my tongue up an down it, to take it inside my salivating mouth.I can't, I can't go beyond the point of no return.But I can grab it, I can stroke it, and so I do.I feel it throbbing...