You come and talk to me, asking what I’m doing up and why I haven’t gone to bed. I tell you about the sickening men I’ve been messaging and how they could never compare to you.
It’s evident that I have so much love for you just from the way I’m looking at you… but when I let slip that you might just be my dream man… well, it’s obvious that I should go to bed, isn’t it?
But you follow me. Because after I said what I said, you’re curious now. Of course you are, I know you would be. That’s why I said it.
And that’s why I am getting undressed with my bedroom door wide open.
Of course you don’t make a move, how could you? I’m the one woman you should never touch in THAT way…
But the next morning, you come downstairs and you realise that I had been sober when I said what I said last night. I tell you to sit down, and confess that I’ve fancied you for as long as I can remember. I’ve always wanted you, I just needed to know if you wanted me..
We share a kiss, deep and passionate… and I realise you’re good with your tongue.
Slowly, my gentle seduction style crumbles and is replaced with an insistence that you show me what else you can do with your mouth… so you do.
You eat me out and make me cum, and all inhibitions go out of the window. You’re aching for me but I’m not done… it’s been so long since a man has made me feel this good, I need more.
Let me use your face again, once more?
Okay, maybe more than once more… just sit there, let me use you as a toy, this is what I need. And judging by your hard cock, it’s what you need too.
Disclaimer: contains the use of the name David throughout
