16 November, 2008

Clandestine Rendezvous


I couldn't wait any longer...I had to see him, even if nothing happened. I wandered towards his office and told him to go out for a cigarette.

He leaned against the wall and lit up, looking like pure sex. He'd told me that he was growing his hair out, and all I wanted to do was run my fingers through it. We sat on the stoop and continued our conversation in roundabout terms as to why he wanted me.

It was painful to sit there and watch the people walk by when all I wanted to do was touch him, to breathe him in, to trace his full lips with my tongue and kiss him deeply. I think the contact but no contact was getting to him too, as he made an executive decision to give me a ride home.

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3 comments:

Loving Annie said...

Desire can be so strong sometimes....

Rae said...

That might be the hottest picture I've ever seen in my life. *shiver*

Sexual Adventurer said...

Thank you for featuring me. I love the picture...delicious!