Have you ever walked through a store and looked someone up and down, only to wonder what they’d be like in bed? You envision a few sexual scenarios and either you smile pleasantly to yourself and continue on, or you shake your head and try to release the thought that was once good but turned…
I want to feel you next to me… Feel your warmth… I feel the muscles of your neck as my lips kiss their way down to your shoulders. I want to play again. I don’t want to wait another minute to have you inside of me. I want to feel the strength of your hands…
I have wanted and waited for so long to have one full, lustful weekend with you. Well, now it will happen. I am feeling AMAZING. I can only dream that the anticipation will be half as wonderful as the weekend itself. Just the thought of being able to fall asleep and wake in your arms……
The hardest part was trying to tell him no. It wasn’t because I didn’t want him; it was because I kind of wanted to start over with him and I wanted to do it the right way. “The Right Way.” Yeah, sure, what was that? People are lucky to get past the first couple days…
It had been awhile since I called him. What can I say? Sometimes I just wish for more than a booty call.
I heard the front door slam against the wind. I peeked around the corner from the bathroom where I was rubbing lotion into my freckled skin to see him standing there looking like a drown rat. I giggled and grabbed a towel. “I fucking hate rain,” he grumbled. “No, you don’t. Shut up and get…
Does he want honesty? Or does he want me to say yes and play? He’s never told me either way.