When you kissed him, did you anticipate the
intimacy he would soon bestow upon you that night?
When you looked at his long hair, mesh tee, "skinny"
jeans, and shoeless black socks, did you know all his
clothes except the socks would soon be strewn on your floor?
Inhibitions and prejudices collapsing in a rush:
what does that really feel like?
When his ankles rested on your shoulders, did the fragrance and
flavor of his socks (yellow stripes over the toes) manifest to
enhance the pleasure of your eager thrusting.
When, climactically, your sweetness surged to release and
achieved splashdown on his bare flesh, did his happy
acceptance bring you to a sense of contented completion?
J-Called