I have a terrible affliction…..I crave your touch, your kisses, the taste of your skin against mine. We don’t get to see nearly enough of one another. It’s been a little over a year since the last time I held you in my arms….a few stolen hours when we both happened to be in the same city, a night spent dreaming in your arms. No one but us matters when we are together ~ you are parched for the affection I deliver to your body, and I am overcome by your hunger.

As I step in to the room I know this time will be special. Your weekly calls to my mobile phone ~ updating me on your life and caring about mine ~ have been teasing me. Thinking about your touch for the past year has stoked my passion into a frenzy, and I am dripping before I even lay eyes on you. I’ve worn a long black skirt and a tight-fitting black silk top, black lace bra, and no panties to your room. I am certain that you can smell my heat as you take me into your arms.

You kiss me ~ hard deep kisses that acknowledge your passion and need ~ and your hands stroke down my back. As I stroke your face and moan my pleasure into your mouth, your hands make their way to my ass and squeeze it tightly. You make a pleased sound as you realize you’re not detecting any panty lines. In response, I begin to stroke my hands down your body…tracing the lines of your bald head, your sensitive neck…massaging your broad shoulders…feeling your chest and arms (you’ve been working out! I think)…then I grip your ass and pull you tightly to me. I kiss your neck (standing on my toes to make this happen), and then whisper into your ear. “Tonight I am going to fulfill your every fantasy,” I promise.

~more to come~

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Life is too short not to love and be loved....preferably multiple times in one night.

I think men talk to women so they can sleep with them and women sleep with men so they can talk to them. ~ Jay McInerney