re you live on the edge of pleasure, of pure adrenaline that flows through your veins. I love every
is lifestyle?
liché, a man like me sitting in such a familiar place as this. Well, here is where I thrive; he
if I catch you not respecting one syllable that flows from your mout
e women you see at the club, and then you get the real women beyond these walls. The former has only one use, and that is o
one of those real women. It is not that I do not desire them; they do not show interest i
t has had her eyes on me for the past several minutes. So with the utmost confidence, not that it is required, I make my way
d, the poor girl utt
uc
us at the very moment, which causes
n closer to hers. Her scent is beyond intoxicating; I want more of her. And as I listen, I hear her soft rapid breaths singing like m
her over and over again. And my first instinct is to run my hands over her waist and resting them at the small of her back, bu
in my life, then out of nowhere, the flat of her hand comes crashing into my cheek. And as she
go, yo
things, but I can honestly say
es not let go so easily, so I pull her closer once agai
come sit
you think
my body, "What makes you think
in those dee
to her once again. I feel seven sensations of pleasure as her long delicate fingers find their way underneath the buttons of my black designer shirt. She runs
my ear, "You have a better
ing of problems; Hunter King does not chuckle. This girl has been
lingering on the tips of her ear,
ns her head to face me. Those deep cherry lips are so close
ot your type
ow unknowingly become everything I desire; she is mine; she belongs to Hunter Kin
swim in my pond; I promise yo
gentleman, that
stay in my presence for more than five minutes. And the fact that she has no
ly pressed against mine, she slowly steps away. I
rom tip to toe. Maybe a bit too
lking into you. In an
crowd. She knows that I am still staring, so she sways those hips, and god does she do it wit
he left. I catch a glimpse of her just as she exits. If I do not get to her now, she shall be gone t
beauty going in
arting to catch up to her, and once I
he alleys; there are a lot o
y creep
ought I w
one, you
y then d
ll. I pin her gently between my arms, not being able to keep the words at bay; I s
than honey; I bet y
nst her cheek. I hear her breath hitch
nte
re but only an inch away from touching hers. Then with only one wink, they touch. I
r right where I want her to be. With the utmost confidence
come to sit wit