I was not planning on being creepy. I barely breathed. She licked it. Returning to the center of the room, she turned to me and gave me a quick smile. I was tempted to retreat back into a fantasy, but I knew I couldn’t ignore reality forever. I didn’t like it; I loved it! I was captivated. “That’ll be…” he began, but I cut him off. Her taste. I craved the feel of the hot nectar on my thighs, but she greedily kept it to herself, swallowing every drop as it was released. But what would she do about it? “Would you like to see more?” she asked. Our lips met and I felt an explosion of lust. Her taste. I guess I will never know, but at least I will always have an intense fantasy to keep my busy on those long nights I spend wondering who is sending all those delivery boys to my apartment.
