It was unexpected. It was beautiful… he was beautiful.
I didn’t ask why he was there. I didn’t ask why he was standing in my bathtub, hanging off of the shower head like a piece of fuckable meat for sale. I didn’t ask why his eyes were hooded and smoldering, why his cock was already ripe and weeping for my body. I didn’t ask because I didn’t care.
My nightgown was sheer, expensive and now ruined. The only thought I gave it was a fleeting wish that he would rip it from my skin.
As I stepped into the bathtub, into the rushing water that licked across his body like a thousand steaming tongues, I understood his gift to me this night… Control was mine.
I wet my lips as I slid my leg between his thighs..
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