the story in his visage...

this is the stream of thoughts flowing through my mind as i studied his photo on my phone...


i admit it...i began with his mouth (i'm a lips kinda girl)...

his smile was slung low, sexily suspended from his lips like unbuttoned jeans hanging from angular hips, the tantalizing shadow of his teeth gleaming through a slightly parted mouth.

that smile conjured carnal images...disheveled bedsheets littered with limbs left limp after "loving long time"...deft fingers lingering lovingly within sweaty clefts as his tongue laps languid lines of leisurely persuasion across lush landscape while my lips implore him for more with moist messages massaged into his skin from scrotum to erect peek.


that smile seduced silence into sighing sounds of 'the little death'...breathless 'yes's pressed deep into the mattress of a squeaking bed ...my asscheeks clapping from the slap of his hands as he gasps in response to the grip of my lips when he slides inside between thighs spread wide, riding wild before retreating to skeet upon my back...then the afterglow lit from our giggles of exhausted laughter as we play back the soundtrack to our back fracturing sex.

in other words, that smile was positively explicit...

i suddenly wondered what i'd find in his eyes...