strangers

Hi.

I really like your shirt. And your hair. And your glasses. And the way you sit and the curve of your spine. You’re turning that feeling on inside me—you know, the one that makes me want to roll over on top of you in the middle of the night because we're both awake and I'm horny and so are you.

Wrap your legs around me while I’m inside of you. Run your fingers through my hair and pull me in by the back of my neck, calling and moaning in my ear like we can’t get close enough. 

And then we'll breathe heavy and say each others' names and curse, and as you begin to cum I'm pushed over the top, shuddering and “fuck” and collapsing into one another in exhausted disbelief, weighted and warm and wondering...

Who are you?



 

Mark