"At first there was no fantasy.

Like a voyeur looking in, fascinated at the raw need to be satisfied, none too obvious, yet tangible and breathtaking.

Inhaling his scent as he lay before her.
Heady.

Softly placing her lips on the nape of his neck.
......breathing in unison.

The palm of her one hand in the small of his back, feeling the rise and fall of irregular breathing.
Her other hand travelling the inner part of his legs.
Soft skin.
Exploring.

A slight tremor and tensing. Gently coaxing him to arch upward, allowing her hand to slip under him.

Oh...
The glory of his manliness.

Tight
Hard
Explosive.

The fantasy was born.
A deep desire took seat.

The need to understand. Enjoy. Satisfy.
Delve deeper into sweet caresses. Moans.

Kisses.
Lips on lips....
Motionless
breathe held.

The yearnings of a man...oh to know.

The fantasy."

Xxx
B.