Unzipping my jeans to do what had to be done, I pulled my dick out of his denim lair. The dank musk of sex drifted through the air. I smiled as I aimed my sturdy manhood, wondering where I had left the girl who had doused me with her aromatic scent. Relaxing, stroking myself as the last drops fell, I noticed that as my arousal grew, my headache seemed to fade. I briefly pondered the impact my discovery could have on the pain relief industry, but business doesn’t turn me on and my headache started to return. So I tried to remember the night before.
Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov