My Underwear (a Truth In B Sharp) Prose 18+ (at least) I woke up this morning at 5:12. I see your broad back spread out between me and you and the mirror; shoulders spread like a tall eagle shuddering in dawn's break. My eyes close as I see you scoop my underwear from the floor, roll it between you fingers and sigh smiling. Turning to me I feel your fingers first, no apology they delve deep, then deeper. Wet, gasping, my lips apart, I'm aboard. In this moment I want you to rule me. "Turn round," you say. I do it, no hesitation. You grab my neck and hair in your hand twisting me into something on the brink of something. Your fingers work hard before you take over, fully, and I kneel taking in everything. Your cock thrusts into me like a hard pop growing into a loud bang. I'm way ahead of you but you promise to catch me up next time and so I loose it all in that moment, making your cock wet and sure of my embrace.