"Shiloh Silhouette"

The door opens and he comes into your apartment. He is very tall and looks like a famous actor, though you can’t remember which one. You tell a joke, you’re nervous because you have never done this before, at least not with him. He laughs, a deep rumbling that puts you at ease.

He follows you to your bedroom and takes off his boots. His feet are sculptures of flesh. You feel small next to him but that feeling makes him more erotic, it is why you wanted him. You’d like for him to posses you, to molest you as if you were a teenager. The proportions are accurate. He smiles patiently when you attempt to tell him your requirements.

He removes his clothes and folds them over the chair next to the bed. You take off your clothes and join him. You lie next to him and run your hands over his flesh. It is soft and warm. He says, what do you want to do? You tell him you want to be bent over his knee and spanked as punishment. He complies. You get hard, his meaty hand against your ass.

He asks if you want him to fuck you. You do, but you wish he would have just done it. He slips on a condom as you lie on the bed. You bury your face into the pillows like when you were a fifteen and your older friends took turns with you. He is gentle, but you want him to be harder. You moan when he speeds up and bite the sheet beneath your head. You relive the erotic sexual torments of those older boys and you splash the sheets with semen. The tall man behind you grunts and fills his condom. He rolls off your sweaty back. You watch him get dressed. You show him to the door, full of living memories.