Author: writer_lust

She stood there, awkwardly shifting, trying to use her hands to cover up. She had never really just stood naked in front of anyone. All of her cellulite, stretch marks and imperfections on display. She kept her eyes cast down, finding it especially nerve racking because he was so beautiful, so perfect, and so clothed.

He stayed silent, not helping her confidence any. She was sure the look on his face was going to be disappointment. However, when she did gather the courage to glance up, she saw him, stroking himself. The fire in his eyes had only grown brighter, hotter. Her fidgetiness stilled.

With great purpose, he peeled off his clothes, making sure that he never broke eye contact with her. She wanted to ogle him, trace the lines of his body with her eyes, memorize every millimeter of his skin, but the intensity in his eyes let her know, she better not look away.

He grabbed her hand and led her to the bed. Her heart was pounding so loud in her chest she was afraid it was going to burst her eardrums. She hoped he couldn’t feel the tremble in her hand. Read more »

She stood outside the door, nervously raising her hand to knock, then putting it back down again. She couldn’t believe she’d made it this far. She’d been sitting in her car for twenty minutes because she was early. She’d put her hand on the keys to turn the car back on, to leave, but would stop herself. And now, now she was outside his door.

So many thoughts raced through her head. What if she got caught? What if he slammed the door in her face? What if he wasn’t actually even here?

She shook the thoughts from her head. He was here, on the other side of the door. She just had to knock. She started to raise her hand again to knock when suddenly the door opened.

She froze, mouth slightly agape at the sight of him in the flesh. Sure, she’d seen and memorized countless pictures of him. But they didn’t even come close to the sight of him, standing in the doorway. Read more »