She’s swaying those hips like she knows how good she looks to me—how ravishing. She looks better than ever. Still, into her dancing and the gym, I reckon. She’s thirty now and even more of a goddess. But it was never just her looks or her incredible body I loved. I adored her, through and through. Her sassiness, confidence, and her particular way of always making people feel special. Nobody has made me feel so special since her. I’ve missed her like crazy, and from the way she’s wriggling her peachy butt around in front of me, she’s missed me, too.

I need to know if she tastes the same, I need to know if she’s still got that tattoo.

God, I’ve looked for love, but I never found it again.

She makes me feel raw and hungry and insatiable; I’ve missed that so damn much. That special spark is hard to find. It’s an overwhelming feeling that means you’d do crazy things, just to have them whisper your name. Like us fucking down here at the other end of the house while our dates for the night start to wonder where we are.

We’ve still not spoken a word to one another yet, but her gaping mouth is saying all kinds of things, like how hungry she is for cock. My cock. Her eyes are speaking, too. She’s asking if I still pump iron, if I still need it all the time damn. Well, yes, yes, I fucking do....read more