The art of swooning

The bath was running, bubbles were forming, the candle was lit and the music was being adjusted.

Greeted with cheeky smile, a kiss, a compliment and a growing bulge.

I prepared the gin.

The sweet short dress was removed, as I was guided to the dining room table. Was it the book titled 'Hikes World Wide' hidden on the bottom of the bookshelf, that I noticed when arched in pleasure, that enhanced the moment?

I lead him to the comfort of the bed in this sparse apartment. My warm mouth is full.. I can read his breath.. 'The fantasy is unfolding.'

Straddling him, I feel him pulsate.. He whispers, "slowly". I struggle to contain my excitement and torture him while we edge.

In a quick motion he turns me over, I feel all this length.. Wild and willfully he showers me in hot mess. Playfully I encourage a massage.

Laying between his legs, my head rests on his chest as we relax in the bath and soak in the joy.. More pleasure sighs than talk.

There is an offer for a sleepover, which I hesitantly pass-up. This is good, but not worth trading sleep.

*Based on true events