I find beauty in things others discard, so I bought the abandoned house.
It first happened when undressing. I dismissed the arousing breath against my crotch as the breeze through the open window.
In bed, however, I wondered if the sheet or something else grazed my cock?
When billowing sheers settled, outlining a female form, I knew.
I was not alone.
Night after night, I awakened to titillating kisses, prefacing warm touches, and squeezing sensations, always leading to euphoric eruptions.
Until one night, I awoke with my knees sliding underneath me, propping my ass.
A curious longing held me still.
