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and so hard . His muscular body is toned and perfect. It’s impossible not to get turned on when you look at him. To want to get naked just so he can see you. T o want to taste him and lick that rock-hard … manhood that’s so smooth and hot. So big and silky and fascinating. And responsive, the way it leaks a little bead of moisture and sort of pulses when you touch it and touch your tongue to it.
I wasn’t sure what to wear today, but I think he’ ll like this. I wore a fitted sundress, with nothing underneath. If he knows I have nothing on under my dress, he might get hard again. That’s what I’m hoping will happen. I’m pretty sure it will. He seems to be hard most of the time. All the time, in fact.
Then, if he’ll let me, I’m going to push his jeans lower onto his hips so I can hold him in my hands and feel him. Play him with my fingers . I think he’ll like it.
I mean, I don’t have much experience with these things – who am I kidding, I don’t have any experience with these kind of things – but he seems to love it when I touch him.His eyes get all dark and he looks at me with that wolfish awe.
Then, if I’m brave enough, I’m going to lift my dress a little and lightly touch the head of his cock to me, so he can feel how wet I always am when I’m with him. Then he might push it into me a little. And a little m ore. I haven’t told him yet that I’m already on the pill, but I will . So it’s okay if he pushes all the way into me, and spills all that warm, milky liquid inside me. I hope he does it . I want to feel him, big and slick and powerless to resist me . I’m going to do everything I can think of to entice him.
I may not be worldly when it comes to sex but I feel different today than I ever have . Powerful and potent in an entirely feminine way. Like I hold the key to the universe.
I can’t wait to see him.
Before that, though, I have work to do. I decide to take a look upstairs to see what sort of state it’s in.But first … I can’ t resist. As I walk past the grand piano, I sit. I let the music trickle out my fingers, where it comes to life. Another song. The one I started hearing after I woke from that sticky dream I had about Elias last night . It flows easily and I play it all the way through, singing softly along.
If I get a chance, I might sing my new songs for him, later on.I wasn’t sure what he thought of my singing the other night. He was a little hard to read, after. He stopped strumming his guitar and just stared at me for a while.
Humming, I climb the grand staircase. I find his bedroom. I don’t think he’d mind. He’s hired me to clean his house, after all.
I wish I knew a little more about him. I know that he thinks of himself as cool and in control of everything. Ar ound other people, I bet he is. He has a softer side, too, though, and this is the side that kills me. It’s like I’ve reached past his defenses or something. Like he couldn’t say no to me even if he wanted to. It’s so sweet. So irresistible.
The anticipation of seeing him again is practically unbearable. I can’t wait. I crave him with an intensity that’s making me feel reckless . I want to make him feel good. To entice that sexy half-smile he can’t hold back when I say something or do something he wasn’t expecting. I want to run my fingers through his hair again. And kiss his lips. He kisses with his mouth open. He always wants to put his tongue in my mouth. I love it when he does that. It makes me feel hot-blooded and beautiful and fiercely alive. Then again, pretty much everything Elias does to me has that effect.
His bedroom is enormous. There’ s a big, four-poster bed that’s unmade and an open suitcase on the floor. The view from the window is idyllic, extending over the rolling, tree-covered hills. I go into the connecting bathroom. There’s his toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste sitting next to the sink. A towel and bottle of shampoo. He might have only slept
I wasn’t sure what to wear today, but I think he’ ll like this. I wore a fitted sundress, with nothing underneath. If he knows I have nothing on under my dress, he might get hard again. That’s what I’m hoping will happen. I’m pretty sure it will. He seems to be hard most of the time. All the time, in fact.
Then, if he’ll let me, I’m going to push his jeans lower onto his hips so I can hold him in my hands and feel him. Play him with my fingers . I think he’ll like it.
I mean, I don’t have much experience with these things – who am I kidding, I don’t have any experience with these kind of things – but he seems to love it when I touch him.His eyes get all dark and he looks at me with that wolfish awe.
Then, if I’m brave enough, I’m going to lift my dress a little and lightly touch the head of his cock to me, so he can feel how wet I always am when I’m with him. Then he might push it into me a little. And a little m ore. I haven’t told him yet that I’m already on the pill, but I will . So it’s okay if he pushes all the way into me, and spills all that warm, milky liquid inside me. I hope he does it . I want to feel him, big and slick and powerless to resist me . I’m going to do everything I can think of to entice him.
I may not be worldly when it comes to sex but I feel different today than I ever have . Powerful and potent in an entirely feminine way. Like I hold the key to the universe.
I can’t wait to see him.
Before that, though, I have work to do. I decide to take a look upstairs to see what sort of state it’s in.But first … I can’ t resist. As I walk past the grand piano, I sit. I let the music trickle out my fingers, where it comes to life. Another song. The one I started hearing after I woke from that sticky dream I had about Elias last night . It flows easily and I play it all the way through, singing softly along.
If I get a chance, I might sing my new songs for him, later on.I wasn’t sure what he thought of my singing the other night. He was a little hard to read, after. He stopped strumming his guitar and just stared at me for a while.
Humming, I climb the grand staircase. I find his bedroom. I don’t think he’d mind. He’s hired me to clean his house, after all.
I wish I knew a little more about him. I know that he thinks of himself as cool and in control of everything. Ar ound other people, I bet he is. He has a softer side, too, though, and this is the side that kills me. It’s like I’ve reached past his defenses or something. Like he couldn’t say no to me even if he wanted to. It’s so sweet. So irresistible.
The anticipation of seeing him again is practically unbearable. I can’t wait. I crave him with an intensity that’s making me feel reckless . I want to make him feel good. To entice that sexy half-smile he can’t hold back when I say something or do something he wasn’t expecting. I want to run my fingers through his hair again. And kiss his lips. He kisses with his mouth open. He always wants to put his tongue in my mouth. I love it when he does that. It makes me feel hot-blooded and beautiful and fiercely alive. Then again, pretty much everything Elias does to me has that effect.
His bedroom is enormous. There’ s a big, four-poster bed that’s unmade and an open suitcase on the floor. The view from the window is idyllic, extending over the rolling, tree-covered hills. I go into the connecting bathroom. There’s his toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste sitting next to the sink. A towel and bottle of shampoo. He might have only slept
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