As I'm pushed down onto the bed, a wave of excitement washes over me. Is this really happening? Don't tell me this is my own little messed-up version of a dream. Whatever, I'll just enjoy Mystery Man here while he lasts.
His hands move down my sides and he grips my hips while kissing my neck. "Hey, don't leave a mark," I say, "I have a new job tomorrow." He moves his kisses down to my chest, where a shirt would cover up my body. Well, I guess that works too. 29Please respect copyright.PENANAGAsC7dFJD1
As his kisses move down to my stomach, I can feel him slowly tugging at the towel around my waist. Suddenly he jolts upwards, running his hands though his hair. "What the hell, man?" I say, frustrated.
"I'm sorry," he speaks in a hushed voice, "I shouldn't have pushed myself onto you." I feel something bubble up inside of me. Then I bend down on my knee's in front of him, while slowly tugging on his pant line. This is going to be a long night.
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