Like a cool summer breeze you came to me yesterday and excited my day. I watched as you mauled a juicy plum between you lips and tongue and got jealous, wishing I was the one in its place. Your game continues to annoy, tantalize and engross, and you know it.....the confidence of a man is always so intriguing and stimulating for me...and this is how it should be.
We chatted briefly about work and such and I wanted to reach across the desk and clean that stream of juice from your lips with my tongue.....but I was patient. My eyes trailed over your long legs as you rose to your feet, when time had crept up on our connectivity, and rested at the source of my desire...just fleetingly enough to make you aware...but still I was patient enough not to reach out and touch. You came over to me and brushed your lips against my cheek then the corner of my lips... and yet I was patient still.
With a final peck on the lips you relinquished my gaze and disappeared through the door ending this session with me wanting more but remaining....Patient.
The battle continues.
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