not the kind of sex that is safe
or marital
or repetitive
but hot wet monkey sex
the man was dark and handsome
in a bad boy sort of way
he enters the shower wearing
riding leathers and boots and jeans
straight off the road
his beard and dark hair
fresh with the thick sent of a man
who’s ridden long and hard
to get to his destination
his arms are tanned and corded
and his hands are strong
and gentle
he reaches around behind me and
gathers a fistfull of wet hair
pulling my head back to expose my throat
and the pulse there
his closely cropped beard
has just enough red in it to be interesting
and tickles as it drips water to my breast
his breath is hot on me
as his lips graze my nipples
I breath his name
and place my splayed hands
on both sides of his head
lifting his lips to mine
his kiss is electric
and pulls on me at my core
he lightly runs his tongue
over my lips
and I
whimper
his hands skin down from my shoulders
to almost my elbows
and I am released
bereft
he struggles with his clothes
and we become a tangle of wet
leather and denim
buttons pop
and his plaid shirt tears
I struggle with his belt buckle
impatient and clumsy in my need
he whispers my name
and presses me up against
the shower wall
lifting me slightly
he is hot and musky
as I breath in his heat
I run my fingertips
down the length of him
and he shivers as I feel
the outline of his core
he raises my leg to his hip
his penis brushes my thigh
BRRRRRING!
No! no!
I don’t want it to be over…
Damn alarm clock!
Sleep sleep sleep
I want to go back….
