Paean to my Birthstone
by Farfalla
blueberrysnail @ yahoo dot com
"Solid and firm, its colors are faint green and rosy pink, joined by an area of white. It is considered to be quite valuable."
Admiral Kirk shifted his weight in his seat, thinking of the last time he and his husband had time for intimacy. Under the sheets they played, pressing their pulsing, insistent erections together, bathing them in the pungent white cream that was their shared climax.
All eyes in the room scanned him suddenly. He hadn't realized his surreptitious sigh had been so loud.
He smiled broady, explaining, "I... like tourmaline!"