There is something about T that makes me insatiable. I always have a high sex drive, but T brings it out in spades. My body responds to his smile, the lightest touch, the softest kiss – floodgates open. I keep expecting that effect to dissipate over time. That one day he’ll kiss me and I won’t have to restrain myself from stripping him down and pulling him to the floor then and there. But so far, it hasn’t happened. I’m not complaining.
T is tall, lean, and tanned. Green eyes and light brown hair, a few well placed and tasteful tattoos, and these beautiful hands. Long, strong fingers and soft skin. I want them on me constantly. And did I mention the accent? Hard to place – sounds somewhere between South African, English, and Australian. It’s his own – unique and sexy, just like him, and made even hotter by the extensiveness of his vocabulary and his impressive intellect.
I’m nearly a foot shorter than he is, athletic with a great ass (or so I’ve been told). Wavy, wild hair and dark eyes. I have a deep fondness for black lingerie and red lipstick.