07....... Dialled it at sunset. The call went through ASAP. He answered. No hesitation. The 'hey' sent this heart of mine on an emotional errand. Searching for a feeling , long been burried. 3 years , domant.
The mouth itched to ask for a one- night - stand impromptu passion. It's corners were hot. Feverish. Thy ' lips' longed for a sensual synch. They trembled at the loud 'Yes' response. '7PM is okay?'
Mine heart carried my legs. The tingling feeling , lit my eyes. 'Seven positions' would do for the night. 'Kamasutra', a darling in times like these. Songs to set the mood already in my favorite playlist.
He was ready , said the look on his bouncy face. Tension. Attention. No going back. The soldiers on my left and right sides of the chest , alert. Toes curled in my Bata Ngoma with a teasing touch on the wrist. My choice , no regrets.
The Purple t-shirt well with my anatomy fit. On display ,the girls swang low , ' oh sweet chariot'. Oh , the Kombat short , 'Henry's mistress' was impressed. 'Wooooow' the gasp was tickling my earlobe as he held my tube-ly waist. Raising an eyebrow, my lips were massaging his mildly.
Like ginger , grinding the moment as the expert I am. Henry rose once I ran my pompous fingers in his rough hair. The gentleman wasn't gentle on my genitalia at all. Mandem ,bent my wholesome-yum like a boomerang. Fire on fire. Safe haven for an untouched urge. In a nutshell , he nutted. Relaxing. Pillow talks. "No strings attached" both we agreed.