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looking in appearance. It was also surprisingly hot, no, scrap that, it was hot as hell. So were the piercing blue eyes staring down at me.
I gasped at the sight of them. They were incredibly intense, and such a deep shade of blue, I was torn between not wanting to look away, and being overwhelmed by them, and needing to turn away.
Of course it was possible they weren’t real. If these studs wanted to keep their identities a secret, then coloured contacts might be in play here. I mean, seriously, did anyone have eyes that deep a blue?
The hair I could see around the mask was a dark, kind of dirty shade of blonde. He wore it cut shorter on the sides and back, but it was longer on top.
“Hello there sugar. You gonna leave us standing here all night, or invite us in?” Blondie spoke with what sounded like, a trace of an American accent. He was big, blonde, tanned like someone who spent a lot of time in the sun, and when he smiled at me, his teeth looked dazzlingly white, against his sun kissed skin.
I blushed. “Shit, sorry, oops, dammit, fuck sorry.” The words tumbled from my lips like a train wreck of expletives. ‘Great start Gracie,’ the voice in my head chastised me.
“Oh don’t you go worrying your sweet little self.” He reached out, and took a hold of my shoulders, to gently lift me to one side, so he could step into my home. He stopped to bend down and drop a kiss on my cheek, and I sucked in a deep breath, almost swooning at how delicious he smelled.
Fuck me; Blondie was gorgeous, well, what I could see of him. Things were definitely looking up for the evening.
As he straightened and walked into the house, my eyes shifted to the second stud, who’d said nothing since they’d arrived on my doorstep.
Wanting to savour the experience, and wondering if it was a case of saving the best until last, I started at his feet and worked my way up.
His feet were in heavy looking black boots, and they were huge. They were seriously large feet, and if the thing about the size of a man’s feet relating to cock size was true, I was going to be torn in two.
I raised my eyes, and gaped at what he was wearing. Dammit, the man had inadvertently found my weakness, leather. He was wearing leather pants that hugged his long legs, in ways that nearly had me salivating. His legs went on and on, but finally I reached his groin, and again, took note of his bulge. Ok, so the studs from Dial A Stud appeared to be all well hung.
I let my eyes drift higher, and again I gaped at what I was seeing. He didn’t have a shirt on. All he wore was a black leather vest, which was open. He also had a strip of leather tied around each wrist, like cuffs or something. They were broad, a good few inches wide. I wasn’t sure what they were for, but they certainly didn’t detract from the overall, gorgeous specimen of a man, standing before me.
I continued with the visual journey of his body, nearly panting at the sheer perfection of it, but when I saw his stomach, I closed my mouth quickly; suddenly worried I might end up drooling. His skin was lightly tanned, or of an olive complexion. There was no hair on him from what I could see. He had abs unlike anything I’d ever seen. Surely he had to be holding his stomach tight to impress me? Well, it was working, I was impressed.
I reached out, wanting to put my hands on him, needing to feel his warm, smooth skin beneath my fingers. I desperately wanted to trace every ridge and crevice of those bulging muscles, but when I realised what I was about to do, I dropped my hand, suddenly embarrassed.
Instead, I continued my perusal of his body, my eyes lifting to his chest, and it was like being confronted by an impenetrable wall. The man was muscle on top of muscle. His pectoral muscles bulged, and even his nipples were hard, making me long to touch them. He had wide shoulders, bulging biceps; the man probably had his own force field.
He was free of hair, so he must wax his chest, but his
I gasped at the sight of them. They were incredibly intense, and such a deep shade of blue, I was torn between not wanting to look away, and being overwhelmed by them, and needing to turn away.
Of course it was possible they weren’t real. If these studs wanted to keep their identities a secret, then coloured contacts might be in play here. I mean, seriously, did anyone have eyes that deep a blue?
The hair I could see around the mask was a dark, kind of dirty shade of blonde. He wore it cut shorter on the sides and back, but it was longer on top.
“Hello there sugar. You gonna leave us standing here all night, or invite us in?” Blondie spoke with what sounded like, a trace of an American accent. He was big, blonde, tanned like someone who spent a lot of time in the sun, and when he smiled at me, his teeth looked dazzlingly white, against his sun kissed skin.
I blushed. “Shit, sorry, oops, dammit, fuck sorry.” The words tumbled from my lips like a train wreck of expletives. ‘Great start Gracie,’ the voice in my head chastised me.
“Oh don’t you go worrying your sweet little self.” He reached out, and took a hold of my shoulders, to gently lift me to one side, so he could step into my home. He stopped to bend down and drop a kiss on my cheek, and I sucked in a deep breath, almost swooning at how delicious he smelled.
Fuck me; Blondie was gorgeous, well, what I could see of him. Things were definitely looking up for the evening.
As he straightened and walked into the house, my eyes shifted to the second stud, who’d said nothing since they’d arrived on my doorstep.
Wanting to savour the experience, and wondering if it was a case of saving the best until last, I started at his feet and worked my way up.
His feet were in heavy looking black boots, and they were huge. They were seriously large feet, and if the thing about the size of a man’s feet relating to cock size was true, I was going to be torn in two.
I raised my eyes, and gaped at what he was wearing. Dammit, the man had inadvertently found my weakness, leather. He was wearing leather pants that hugged his long legs, in ways that nearly had me salivating. His legs went on and on, but finally I reached his groin, and again, took note of his bulge. Ok, so the studs from Dial A Stud appeared to be all well hung.
I let my eyes drift higher, and again I gaped at what I was seeing. He didn’t have a shirt on. All he wore was a black leather vest, which was open. He also had a strip of leather tied around each wrist, like cuffs or something. They were broad, a good few inches wide. I wasn’t sure what they were for, but they certainly didn’t detract from the overall, gorgeous specimen of a man, standing before me.
I continued with the visual journey of his body, nearly panting at the sheer perfection of it, but when I saw his stomach, I closed my mouth quickly; suddenly worried I might end up drooling. His skin was lightly tanned, or of an olive complexion. There was no hair on him from what I could see. He had abs unlike anything I’d ever seen. Surely he had to be holding his stomach tight to impress me? Well, it was working, I was impressed.
I reached out, wanting to put my hands on him, needing to feel his warm, smooth skin beneath my fingers. I desperately wanted to trace every ridge and crevice of those bulging muscles, but when I realised what I was about to do, I dropped my hand, suddenly embarrassed.
Instead, I continued my perusal of his body, my eyes lifting to his chest, and it was like being confronted by an impenetrable wall. The man was muscle on top of muscle. His pectoral muscles bulged, and even his nipples were hard, making me long to touch them. He had wide shoulders, bulging biceps; the man probably had his own force field.
He was free of hair, so he must wax his chest, but his
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