Oh, the things she's doing to me right now are heady reminders of why I love physical contact - and why I adore my Sarah Jane's attentions. Then she's abandoned my erection for my legs, right down to my toes, and not long after is kissing my lips again. I'm breathing quite hard and making noises of desire that make me sound wanton - or, perhaps, like a train coming into the station. Not sure. I'm noisy, we'll leave it at that.

My mouth is too busy devouring hers to speak out loud.

The thing about leaving, Sarah, is that you get to come home again... oh, fuck... Please, please... want to be... inside you... oh, going to fuck you so hard, lassie... My hands roam over her frantically. How I've missed my leman. I want to -

- ride her hard or have her ride me, but I don't really fucking care as long as I'm inside her -