Friday, 1 November 2013
Flash Fiction Friday: Thinking of you
Thinking of you
It was less than twenty four hours earlier that he had been here with me sharing my shower, after our first night together, our first night making love, washing my body down. I thought of his strong hands caressing every inch of my torso slowly, of his fingers wrapped around my cock, slowly stroking me to hardness, of his warm breath on my skin as he bent forward and placed his lips against my neck kissing me softly.
And then I began to think about later, when he was coming back, and wrapped my own hand around my hard shaft.