A friend and I took a ‘research’ drive a few weeks ago and ended up in a quaint town. Streets were lined with holiday lights. Wreaths hung on the doors of the small shops. Signs boasted the local football team and their recent win. And on each corner was a welcoming bench to sit and stay awhile. So we did.
After eating in a cafe and getting our fill of fresh croissants with homemade apple butter, the owner suggested we take a walk along the water’s edge. The afternoon was lovely and great for a walk–and would give me more time to scope out a setting for a book.
We walked along the sidewalk for some time, laughing and joking over this and that, and continued on until we came to an overpass. Like most tunnels, graffiti covered most of the concrete slabs. My friend joyfully told me, “Here, take my picture while I’m holding this torch.” I took out my cell, ready to take a picture as I looked closer at the ‘torch’ she was referring to. It wasn’t a torch. I bit back laughter as I warned her to step away from the wall and examine the great work of an artist. Her mouth dropped open and she mumbled, “I was holding a penis!” Yup, that she was indeed. Someone had painted a man bending over, pants at his knees and his jewels on display with fire shooting from his bottom. The entire wall was covered in similar works of art from wannabe artists (some more talented than others). We had officially found what we called, ‘The Great Wall of Penis Art’. I’m sure this isn’t in the town’s tour guide.
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He tucked his arms around her, realizing just how small and graceful she was, not in personality though. Hell no. She was a tigress in a kitten’s clothing. She didn’t have him fooled. This woman could strap him in with her seduction and he was a goner. He dragged her closer, nuzzling his nose against her neck while rubbing his bulging zipper at the apex of her thighs. A throbbing strain swirled from his head and straight into his tight balls. A groan spiraled its way from the pit of his stomach into his chest and he swallowed it back. He shifted and her firm breasts pressed against his chest. His nipples tightened and tingled. Now that was definitely a first for him.
Damn! His body was micro-sensitive. He could do something really pathetic and come in his jeans. He thought only teenage boys were at risk of squirting before they got their pants off. He’d gained a lot of control in his thirties, and he’d have to gather every ounce of that control to keep from creaming before he explored every inch of her lovely body.
There was no turning back now. This might not prove smart down the line, but at the moment he didn’t give a shit about priorities or responsibility. Every once in a while a man needed a release, needed to hold a soft body and have her respond just as Kaycee was now. He wasn’t a man who found a woman in his arms every night, not one as beautiful and wonderful as Kaycee. He wouldn’t pass up this chance. Who could blame him?
He brushed his lips over hers, licking the seam of her lips, gently nibbling the plump, delicate flesh. Imagining what he would do to her breasts, her nipples. Soon, very, very soon he’d know how all of her tasted. Her scent wafted across his nostrils, a mixture of wildflowers and desire, tempting parts of him that were numb until now. He had a growing need to keep her closer, naked and writhing beneath him. He shifted his hips and his cock fit between her inner thighs. Even with the barrier of their clothes, the heat was nearly consuming.
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