Today is about urgency. Primal urgency. The need for a pleasurable release.
It’s a typical hot day, with humidity at about eighty percent. Even staying indoors doesn’t bring relief from the sweat caused just by staying still.
There’s a tentative knock at the door. A low chuckle escapes. “She’s on time. ”
The woman, with curves similar to a young Kate Winslet, is biting her lip. Both nerves, and feelings of excitement are racing through her mind. Her heart is beating so fast. She hopes it is not visible through her dress. Today, she has chosen an outfit both flattering, and suitable for quick access.
Afterall, she is here for one thing. This occasion is about her achieving something so elusive, intimate, and sacred. She wants, no, needs, to be fucked. Hard.
He lopes to the door, taking time to answer. Long enough to build anticipation; quick enough to ensure she knows both parties will be satisfied.
He answers with a confident grin. No words. Just a lustful longing that they both knew was weeks in the making.
There were frequent exchanges of messages. Images sent, then promptly deleted. Bodies desired. The culmination of an intangible heat.
And what happens next is for another story time…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/esaq5p/last_comic_standing_first_hot_encounter_wishes