Lust


I hear faint sounds of the running water from the shower. Steam billows out of the shower stall. Condensation beads up one the mirror. Silence as the water shuts off. Slam. The shower door slams and he steps out. Water is running down his body. He checks himself out in the mirror as he roughly drying his body off.

The towel is tightly wrapped around his waist. The bulge of his manhood is visible…like it's calling out for someone to listen. Lusting… someone keeps watching from the doorway, peeking as he prepares to put his clothes on.

Slap, slap, slap. The sound his hands are making as he puts lotion on his body. Those hands, nothing gentle about them. He lotions up like he is washing his car.

Yet someone is distracted. Someone is remembering how gentle he was. When his mind opens to his special place in his mind he lets his naughty side come out.

Those fingers, slippery tongue, and passionate lips that kissed, licked, and stroked those special places. Those fingers had someone lusting for him. As they moved methodically and rhythmically in all of the right places.

Slap, slap, slap. Just like that someone was reminded that those hands wreak destruction. There's no gentleness in them.

He's standing by the bed in his boxers all oiled up. Preparing to put on his clothes and someone is just watching, lusting and needing more.

No more watching. Someone walks in…close the doors behind them…

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