I see you from across the bar. Straight hair, black boots, leaning over the bar to get the bartenders attention for another drink, the top of your breasts exposed from the top of your low cut shirt, your cleavage inviting me to have a look. Your skir
“I’m sorry.” biting your lower lip softly then increasing the pressure.
My right hand firmly still gripping your wet hair, my left slowly tracing down your collarbone your erect nipples squeezing ever so softly, then down to your hips.
It’s one of the most exciting days of my life. I cannot believe we are going let alone I got tickets for a steal. I sit on my couch watching the pregame interviews and montages of players that have led to this point in the season. I double check my
We sit anxiously on the plane, awaiting our landing. It seems like it has taken an eternity to get to this paradise away from the smog and crowdedness of the city. We peer out the window, the most beautiful blue water below us, encircling small coral
I pace like a caged animal in the giant suite we have in Vegas overlooking the strip. Another pill popped to calm me, chased by rum. I sit on the bar stool at the marble bar in the sitting area of the suite. My suit fits perfectly, thank god for losi