I was tortured and going mad, staring at the photo from the night we met. He programmed his camera to photograph our initial kiss in foreplay. I sat naked on his lap between his exposed legs with our eyes closed, his left hand wrapped around my neck, and his right clasped on my ribcage just below my nip, setting my pursed lips on his and feeling his dick press hard against my butt. Frustrated I set the picture facedown.
Three weeks had passed since that night after we met coming out of the cinema, having watched Les Miserables. He spied me, glancing at a photo on my cell of Hugh Jackman. He seductively whispered, “I think he’s a hunk too.” We both burst out laughing, leading to his invitation to join him in a cocktail at his apartment not too far away.
I expected a response to my message I called the next night, expressing my desire to see him again. I pondered calling him again after no response or would it be overkill. I had to be patient, must not scare him off. I closed my eyes, imagining me on his lap again.
My cell rang its familiar tune.
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