I find I can’t keep my hands off of him when he’s around. It always starts slow, light touches, a lingering brush of the hand as I walk by, my hand on the back of his neck. I am bold, but shy.

I love the play of movement under clothing, and massaging tight muscles on his shoulders. I love men’s shoulders, and arms.

However, what I want is naked flesh. I get a little thrill when my finger tips run under the edges of clothing and I get skin on skin. Its such a delicious tease, because what I want, what I’m thinking about, is skin on skin, pinning his arms down, my teeth in the joint of his neck and shoulder until he’s still, and I can glut my self on the contact. I want his scent on me. His scent does funny things to me…

There hasn’t been a chance, and while I’m horribly impatient most of the time, and hate waiting, (and holy Jesus, I’ve been waiting) I’m beginning to find this a delightful tease. Going home half aroused and wanting, just a little glassy eyed with lust is yummy.

I think when I finally get to pounce him, it will be that much better for the waiting and anticipation.