As I walk through the door, I see you standing there with a smile upon your face. Is that smile truly for me or is it just because it's your job? A flash goes through me of a single, solitary kiss. Then I see your eyes. I lose myself within the fantasy which holds my essense. I see and feel myself running my fingers down your spine. I taste your tongue as you slide it into my mouth. I feel the ball as it rolls on the roof of my mouth. I feel the temperature of your body rise as I hold you. My hand travels down between your naked thighs. You feel so warm and oh so wet. I taste my fingers and try to decipher your flavor. You stroke me until I'm hard and full. Your caress is gentle and enticing. I slide into you as I feel your soaking wet thighs pressed against me. You are warm and tight, this couldn't feel any better. You bounce up and down on me slow, then fast. All the while you softly say my name... charles... Charles... CHARLES! I snap back to reality realizing that you are waiting for my order. That's okay, I can always fantasize later.
Reason for writing:
Just one in a series.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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