i watch
with quiet intensity
as he, my man,
planes smooth as piece of lumber
because of the heat
he is shirt less and wears
shorts and work boots...
he is unaware of my scrutiny
long smooth strokes,
from one end of the board
to the other, create a swaying motion,
through his tanned torso
a flexing in his hips and
thighs and bunch of his
taut calfs....
but it is the rhythm and
curving of the long muscles
of his back that....has me
entranced, and in need
of either a cold shower
or a fast and ***** session
in the bedroom.....
i choose the latter...and make my need known...
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 5:59 PM UTC
i watch
with quiet intensity
as he, my man,
planes smooth as piece of lumber
because of the heat
he is shirt less and wears
shorts and work boots...
he is unaware of my scrutiny
long smooth strokes,
from one end of the board
to the other, create a swaying motion,
through his tanned torso
a flexing in his hips and
thighs and bunch of his
taut calfs....
but it is the rhythm and
curving of the long muscles
of his back that....has me
entranced, and in need
of either a cold shower
or a fast and ***** session
in the bedroom.....
i choose the latter...and make my need known...
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