What's on my mind is the strangeness of clothing.
We are carried through time in changing bodies and are witnessed so poorly by our fellow humans, except, I suppose, in moments like my gangbang last week.
A room full of men who had barely exchanged names, naked together. No costumes, no ranks, no pockets to hide your hands in. Strangers don't usually let themselves be seen like that. You did, and it made the night tender before it was anything else.
What do I know? I barely got glimpses, so wrapped up was I in you that I hardly saw.
When I did, it was luscious. What I heard was fantastic.
And what I felt was the best.
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