In the course of the last couple weeks, I have pared down the number of people I play with. I am becoming more discriminating, less tolerant of excuses, and increasingly demanding in what I expect.
And yet, the hunt, as always, remains a primary joy for me.
I dream of flesh, of curves and silk. Of slow seductive dinners and frenzied fucking on the hardwood floor of my living room.
I dream, but hold back.
Waiting.
Oh.My.God.
Definitely sounds like something worth waiting for…
well… now that my imagination has kicked into overdrive, I’m hoping that I can get through the rest of the afternoon at work with all of my fingers intact…
the pictures You paint…
I get the feeling that you already have the one you’re waiting for pinned down. Best wishes!