I'm still pretty wound up.
I'm fixing myself a cup of
Tension Tamer tea, though.
Why are you still up?
I hit send, roll off the bed, and walk back into the kitchen with my iPhone in hand.Before I arrive, it dings again.
I can't sleep either.
I am still wound up tight as well.
I like tea, but I like taming tail better.
I stare at the phone.Oh, holy hades!There it is.Hewantsto fuck tonight!
I smile and type feverishly, back in my teasing element.
Are you implying you are
the man for the job?
Yes.
Double holy fuck!That one word rocks me to my core.
The teapot starts to whistle, and I jump.Pulling the water off the stove, my iPhone dings again.
Your teapot is whistling.
Sweet Zeus!Father of Fucking Gods!He's outside my door!
My heart falls to my feet.
My breathing stops completely.
But my pussy does a backflip with a triple twist off the diving board.
I rush to the door and peek out the peephole.What I see literally stops my heart.
The most gorgeous man in the entire world is leaning against the wall looking at his cell phone with only a small white towel wrapped around his waist.His hair is tousled from towel drying.The wet dark accentuates the gold highlights—the lightest shining bright, reflecting the harsh hallway lights.
His entire body is without tan lines.It is the same golden color as his hand, and it is ripped!Not just muscular and defined, but ripped!
His arms bulge, deltoids, biceps, and triceps; his chest is pumped, perfect pecs; his teres majors form the broad back and body triangle; his abs are tight, clearly defined, eight pack; his v-shape between his hips is molded and exposed.
My mouth waters and my pussy soaks itself.
A body that perfect should never wear clothes!
He looks so damn hot I think I'm going to fucking faint!
I turn my back and lean on the door."Shit!What do I do?"My whole body is calling to him.My heart is now back in my chest and pounding wildly, trying to knock on the door.
I swallow the puddle of spit pooled before I drool, then type.
Just a minute.Let me grab my robe.
