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私について
Wanting Needing Aching
Our chairs face each other across the small restaurant. We keep catching each others eyes. I give in to the desire to flirt. Licking my lips and watching you. We both have lunch companions who are oblivious to our private looks. As time approaches to leave I resign myself to the fact that the fun was over. I turn to take care of the waiter and check and as I stand I bump into someone and start to apologize.... and the words freeze on my tongue. You are standing there, looking luscious, smiling at me. No grinning..... with nothing but pure mischief in your eyes. I excuse myself from my friend and follow you outside. As we reach my car you turn me around your hand on my neck. You lean in close, your lips just barely above my skin. Your breath sweet and warm. I forget how to breath. Then you kiss me, soft and nibbling. Then deeper and demanding. My body is on fire now, the flames enveloping you as you press me back against the car. Your hips grinding into me. Mine pushing back. Your lips at my ear now.... whispering how much you want me...... my kiss answering your desire.
Variety is the spice of life they say.... but just as a general guideline. I like tall men. Being 5'10 myself, I like to look up to kiss, so tall is at least 6'. I love, I mean LOVE accents. A good accent can make me so wet I drip. I like strong men. I like to feel protected, I like to be held. OH, and most important; He should be open to sharing. If I do it to you.... It is something that I not only like but will probably want done to me too. So if I drink you down..... You had better be willing to kiss deeply.
Our chairs face each other across the small restaurant. We keep catching each others eyes. I give in to the desire to flirt. Licking my lips and watching you. We both have lunch companions who are oblivious to our private looks. As time approaches to leave I resign myself to the fact that the fun was over. I turn to take care of the waiter and check and as I stand I bump into someone and start to apologize.... and the words freeze on my tongue. You are standing there, looking luscious, smiling at me. No grinning..... with nothing but pure mischief in your eyes. I excuse myself from my friend and follow you outside. As we reach my car you turn me around your hand on my neck. You lean in close, your lips just barely above my skin. Your breath sweet and warm. I forget how to breath. Then you kiss me, soft and nibbling. Then deeper and demanding. My body is on fire now, the flames enveloping you as you press me back against the car. Your hips grinding into me. Mine pushing back. Your lips at my ear now.... whispering how much you want me...... my kiss answering your desire.
Variety is the spice of life they say.... but just as a general guideline. I like tall men. Being 5'10 myself, I like to look up to kiss, so tall is at least 6'. I love, I mean LOVE accents. A good accent can make me so wet I drip. I like strong men. I like to feel protected, I like to be held. OH, and most important; He should be open to sharing. If I do it to you.... It is something that I not only like but will probably want done to me too. So if I drink you down..... You had better be willing to kiss deeply.
