Excitement pt 1
He excited me. Really he did. I loved seeing how sweaty he’d get, running up and down the sports track. How his shorts did nothing to hide the apparent appendage that he had beneath them. I tried not to stare but I had never seen anything that made my imagination work as much as the outline of his form did. It had been so long since I had been intimate with a real man and I couldn’t help but envision myself between his knees, clinging to him like King Kong did the Empire state building and...