Holidays and Letting the Genie Out of the Bottle
So we are in our room by the ocean,and you’ve just returned from a visit downstairs. You always like the upper floors so we took the 23rd. I pour us a drink and you take a sip. Our eyes meet and I see a look that sends blood racing to one place, and that always feels good. Licking your lips you lower your glass. "I think I'll head out to the balcony," you say as you turn and with an elegant flick of your wrist, toss a pair of panties at me. "Do try and prove useful," is tossed over your...
Exhibitionism