He jerks under me, and I smile. "Let us work together," I say playfully. I re-balance myself over him and begin to follow the path of my fingers with my mouth.

The taste of his skin is, as always, an epiphany. I suck, stroke, and lick my way down from his beautiful, distracting neck until I reach the skin over his hip bones.

He is all edges down here, all lean muscle and bone, no softness, no spare flesh. He is perfection.

He is Genta. Were he to have three penises and a green bottom, I anticipate I would still find him perfection, and sexually appealing. It would, however, make certain logistics much more complex.

I am quite grateful that he has but one, as I do not need to fear an imbalance of attention. I lick gently up the front of him, relishing the salty-sweet taste.