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...a late night request
Posted: 2022-04-26 00:04:37
Sometimes to be on one's backfoot can be most rewarding.
A late call and the hesitancy to take the request. ..wandering if she would be up to it and feeling fit enough after a long solid day.
She took it.
He was slightly inebriated and quite apologetic about the lateness of his visit completely brushing her hug aside as if un awares that she was even there.
Her senses were not alarmed. He smelt good and was dressed with casual impeccability.
She closed the door and turned to walk toward him.
He turned around and for the first time actually looked at her.
A step toward her, stunning her, putting his hand gently in the nape of her neck, said
"May I?"
...and drew her into a slow slow sloooow kiss.
He tasted of good whisky (?) , a hint of cigarette and manliness.
He did get to the shower and she watched him.
It was the fucking best late night decision she had made in a long time.
He left definitely no longer inebriated. In fact, she felt a little off keel and seriously tired.
RB.
A late call and the hesitancy to take the request. ..wandering if she would be up to it and feeling fit enough after a long solid day.
She took it.
He was slightly inebriated and quite apologetic about the lateness of his visit completely brushing her hug aside as if un awares that she was even there.
Her senses were not alarmed. He smelt good and was dressed with casual impeccability.
She closed the door and turned to walk toward him.
He turned around and for the first time actually looked at her.
A step toward her, stunning her, putting his hand gently in the nape of her neck, said
"May I?"
...and drew her into a slow slow sloooow kiss.
He tasted of good whisky (?) , a hint of cigarette and manliness.
He did get to the shower and she watched him.
It was the fucking best late night decision she had made in a long time.
He left definitely no longer inebriated. In fact, she felt a little off keel and seriously tired.
RB.
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