Still life – the drabble
by Belladonna
I knew this would be trouble when I asked him to pose for me.
First, he cannot sit still long enough.
Second, I'd never really expected him to agree to pose nude for me.
And third, how the hell can I hide my reaction from him?
Sitting here I let me eyes wander over the muscular chest with those biteable nipples, errect and hard. Then I wander further down to the curly hair below.
And as I watch the throbbing vein underneath the full length of the rising cock, I'm pondering that maybe there's still life in this still life.