Quiescently, he lays

I see him

Naked, exposed

No hiding here

The mask futile

He’s beneath me

Soft, malleable

Like putty

In my hands

My play thing

My rules

Warm oil coats my hands

Scent of musk permeates the air

Straddling

My dampness against his thigh

Eyes locked

Shimmering need drips

From him

Like diamonds

For me

Fingers tickle his base

Hands cup his jewels

Stroking, slowly

Squeezing, gently

Stretching, tenderly

Massaging, lovingly

He shudders

I smile

He squirms

My little fidget

Stimming

We focus

We calm

We soothe

We release

My toy