Advisory: This one is sexually explicit. Please don’t read it if that bothers you.
For F. W., whose encouraging comments have kept me motivated to write the new erotic series this week.
I hear the door open and rush toward it;
he’s coming home from the gym,
and I want to intercept him
before he makes it to the shower
so I can lick the salty sweat
off his just-pumped muscles,
so I arrest him with a hard-tongued kiss
and hands firmly planted on his hips
down inside the dampened fabric of his shorts,
and before he has a chance to argue,
I begin to like my way down his chest,
tonguing the juice off every hair
as I move one hand to his cock and squeeze
while a finger of the other moves toward
his hole, and the shorts slide off,
and soon we are both naked on the floor,
flip-fucking on the cold, hard tile of the entryway
until he’s all sweaty again and I am covered
in cum. And then we take a shower.
T. Allen Culpepper