Friday, 27 May 2016
Flash Fiction Friday: Meeting Marco
Pushing the door open I saw Marco standing there with his shirt fully unbuttoned, exposing his hot, muscular, body.
“Shut the door,” Marco said, before straightening up and making his way across the room to me.
Doing as he asked I couldn't take my eyes of him as he walked slowly across the room, the aroma of his aftershave hitting me and driving me wild with lust.
“I wasn't sure you'd come,” Marco said as he pinned me against the door, pressed his lips against mine, slipped his hand in my trousers and wrapped his fingers around my, rapidly hardening, shaft.