I’ve lost count of the number I’ve times I’ve read it through. My focus moves slowly from one picture to the next my imagination bringing her to life as I see her move from one position to the next as each piece of clothing falls away. XXX Slow, slow I have to remind myself, no need to hurry or rush. My hand moves faster, my foreskin sliding forwards and back over and across the sensitive tip which swells with each labored beat of my heart. As I sit there I feel a hand on my shoulder and a soft whispered breath in my ear. My fingers slowly stroking as I imagine she can see me watching her. I’ve lost count of the number I’ve times I’ve read it through. I pause slowing down, knowing this is a pleasure I can make last if I take my




















