A Playgirl Forum shower wet love story. --
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I'd put off calling Tony for many months
because...I was chicken. Completely Big Bird®
yellow.
A brainy yet gorgeous man, who's nearly too
handsome yet doesn't act it, a well-turned man, with a very neat, soft
to touch, black musketeer/cowpoke mustache and goatee? An actor with a
TV series, doing well in the ratings? Which all sounds a little too
good, when you think about it. I do.
I think a lot. Too much, I've been
told, by practically everyone; except Tony.
I was "chicken", because, lately, just thinking
about him made my walnut brown nipples too sensitive and my swollen,
"dewing" crotch overly self-conscious. I couldn't stop thinking about
him; I didn't want to.
"Sorry, my mind wandered," became my mantra at
work and at the family's, as my mental AND body arousing, Tony
preoccupations became entire reveries. Long, wide awake, Technicolor,
dreamvisions of making love...fucking--which is the same
thing, with the right person.
Loving...fucking with my
touch-starved--yet still particular about who touches it--skin
against his hot, masculine-scented, dark body.
Did I mention he has brains..."real" brains...and
is a truly first-rate person...in a devilish way? Even my irreverently
crazy family and friends love him--all my favorite things in
one man; scary, isn't it?
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