The tight denim contours of his muscular thighs, down to his hips and then that telltale bulge of something more. His aroused desire enflamed anticipation and my mouth watered, imagining all the Saturday night possibilities. His heat radiating, commanding my body to take notice of the beautiful potential of this night.
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He tapped out his fantasies on the keys of the laptop before him. His breathing heavy, he entered a world of erotic artistry that only Truman Capote could articulate. Thoughts spilled from his fingertips and the words directed his urges and desires. He lost himself to this state of euphoric being as orgasms rippled through his body like a finely tuned orchestra. It was an affair of perfect pleasure.
The camera flashed with a new fervor as I twisted a selfie with my shirt unbuttoned, exposing my pert chest. I teased with my fingertips, running circles around my nipples until a sharp gasp erupted from my lips as I fell down the rabbit-hole into the world of intimate pleasure. I licked my lips in anticipation as my fingers explored the undiscovered terrain of my own desire.
He removed his tight denim jeans and I admiringly beheld his toned physique. My eyes were drawn to his darkly contoured curves, and the nectar from his hot body caused the jeans to drip with anticipation. Oh, those jeans, I thought, never before had they circled such perfection.
The rumble of his denim as he moved, the hypnotic heat that oozed from his skin, the way the fabric brushed against my own–my body thrummed with anticipation, too weak to be anything other than yielding to his sensuality. He was unforgettable.