Your expression is limited, unreadable, yet smooth. XXX It’s one of those moods that creeps in so slowly, like a nite of champagne, a single candle, and a playlist that could make a flip-of-the-wrist at a rainbow parade want to slit his wrists. I close my eyes again, tighter, and open them to confirm that it is in fact you. I find myself wondering if you in fact chose these panties knowing that the juices would stick and give me even more of a mess to clean up…and perhaps that you chose this dark color to reflect that dark, sinister lifestyle you have come to live since our first interaction…and I smirk, the first time in a while. As you turn to me I motion to you with one finger to come to me, knowing that this kind of treatment makes you hotter than any fantasy
