A Risque Encounter
It had been too long, and there wasn’t enough time. I needed her, to taste her essence as it dripped from her core. We decided on dinner, which was a mistake, at least for her. Sitting in the round booth, secluded from other customers, I pushed her skirt up her thighs, caressing bare skin as the waiter greeted us. "Would you like to start the evening with an appetizer?”Her breath caught as I slipped a finger into her already wet heat. "Su- sure, the calamari platter.” We’d been here before,...
Exhibitionism