Dicky Gives Head
I am sitting on the sofa next to you, the tension palpable, the desire yet unspoken. With a glance we find ourselves lost in each others eyes and both instinctively know this is the moment of truth. We move so slowly, so cautiously towards each other, reaching for that kiss we both want and need, our lips brushing sensually against each other before our tongues meet and dance together. It's so nice, so natural that we get lost in it and minutes drift by in an instant. The desire is obvious, out of the bag now and you pull away to remove your t-shirt. As you pull it over your head I get to admire your body, a voyeur for the short time your eyes are covered. Then you are back and your mouth returns to mine as if we had been apart for months. I kiss slowly and sensually down your body, draping my mouth down your neck to your shoulder, across to your breasts kissing across them.