Brownstones and Balconies part3
by HandJob Blog
The hours pass in human time until midnight chimes. I raise my head to
scent you…. in the kitchen, out of all the odors, I follow yours.
Pushing past the press of people in the hall. The feel of bodies
pressing close for that tantalizing instant, a hand on the shoulder
takes on such power, the gentle slide of fingers on lightly covered
flesh. A hand strokes me as I go past, I flatten myself against the
silk covered torso, up against the wall. My hunger flares as I bear
down on the hips, pulling them to me, the sudden intake of breath at the
feel of my swelling desire. I break the clinch and swipe the back of my
hand over the lips and teeth that are bared in front of me. A hand
truculently grips my balls and I rotate my hips in longing. Moving on
into the kitchen, I cast my thoughts ahead to excite you.
Sure enough you hear me come through the door, though I make no sound
audible to the human ear, and certainly none distinguishable in this
...End of the part3. To be continued..