Browsing: appreciation

I closed my eyes and summoned his image: strong, alluring and shamelessly seductive. His half-naked body – painted by the yellow glow of my bedside lamp – haunted my every thought. I imagined his skin against mine, his lips, his tongue. I sighed, my heart skipping as I imagined what it would feel like to be held in his arms.

His speedo outlined a package with remarkable definition, teasing with a hint of what was hidden beneath the thin layers of fabric. I longed to graze my fingers over his bulging contours, tracing the firmness and exploring the beauty of his desire.