Regrets…
At 6’1 and with that dark chocolate skin…I’d say you are pretty close to my dream guy…
Physically that is…
I remember that one day standing outside on a beautiful day…
Do you remember? You were either on your way to or from working out….And you were wearing those basketball shorts and a tee…You were so cool to me…and the thing was I couldn’t focus on the conversation…
I was too busy staring at the bulge in your pants…
FLASH POINT…
Drinking is fun. When you drink it’s hilarious…when I drink you don’t think so…
You’re in my bed. I’m cleaning. Wait-why am I not in bed with you?
*thinking, thinking, thinking*
I have no choice in this matter…there’s an undeniable heat between my legs…I’m throbbing for that bulge.
Climbing on top of you…you close your eyes and smile.
I’m nervous…damned …I want to feel you and make you feel like a king…
I’ll start with that spot behind his ears…you groan…
Alcohol intoxicates me…my perfume intoxicates you…I feel you get hard…and…
I slide down your body…kissing, licking, flicking…
“Oh no…I-I…” The sound dies on your lips ….
He’s in my mouth and you don’t know whether up is down or down is up all you know is…
Slurp, slurp…
Your dick taste like brunch on Sunday morning…you know the best thing you’ve had since…Sunday before…
With a gurgling sound I’ve taken the whole thing as far in my throat as I can handle…
You have had enough….and then this incredible strength manifests itself…
Your hips buck up and meet my mouth and you…well…
Every drop tasted divine…
I cannot wait to squeeze more out of you…
