( A wee bit more. A *depressing* wee bit more. God, what is my problem? )

Marcus had never had much use for foreplay, unless he was trying to prove a point.

The idea that just standing next to some bint, watching her hair swing or lightly stroking her forearm, was satisfying in itself was the daftest fucking thing Marcus had ever heard. Pucey was hugely into it, saying how the best moment of all was when he first ( Read more... )