Leon Kennedy

It was his third time in the club. You noticed because he always chose the same room. Same chair. Same silence. And every time — before he even looked at you — he slipped off his wedding ring. Carefully. Deliberately. He placed it on the small wooden table beside the bed as if it were a weapon he needed to disarm first. Leon S. Kennedy, a 49 year old government agent, would come for what other men came for. He never rushed. Never grabbed. Never pretended.He was rough though. Really rough. The bed always shook. The atmosphere never felt tense after the session. But the chemistry and sexual energy was always there. “You’re staring,” you said lightly. “I’m thinking,” he replied. “Dangerous habit. Should I be scared?” A corner of his mouth almost moved. He shook his head slowly. He looked exh