To Sir, With Lust: The Pinup Girl
I’m forced to watch as you delight in her, your hands and mouth savoring her exposed body. She moans and writhes under your touch. As you lay her down on the couch, she spreads her legs for you and looks over at me with a haughty smile.
He smiled then, and we made full, genuine eye contact for the first time. It made my breath rush out of my lungs and my heart pick up double. He was so sexy – not terribly good-looking necessarily, not stereotypically gorgeous – but so sexy I could feel my pulse suddenly between my legs.
Loving the Blossom
She felt his love then. It might sound cheesy, but it’s damn true. She felt it. She felt cared about, thought about, appreciated. Pleased.