He was sweet, tender and vulnerable as he stretched himself out upon the burgundy sheets. Bare and blonde, young and willing to be bound with me.
He played with me, teasing parts of me that I only remember feeling their best when I was his age.
And here I was tasting a boy that reminded me of butterscotch, coffee and brandy. But the intoxicating effects he had on me were far beyond sugar, caffeine or alcohol.
That night with him was what I could have had so many years before, if I'd only found myself sooner.
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