Dear Miss Daisy:
After the meeting at the rental house and the flirty lunch together… (and may I just say that I have never in my life enjoyed takeout Thai food from the front seat of my truck quite like that before) we kept making reasons to meet up during the day.
Though we had not officially fully consummated the growing passion that was consuming every waking thought of ours just yet… the desire just to be in the same room, breathing the same air was overwhelming in a way that the very word became newly defined because of you and me.
We both are real estate investors… and I was looking for (and not above creating one) a reason, and excuse… just to see you again, so I invited you to meet me a couple of my finished projects to get your opinion on the final product.
I drove to the home early… made sure no one else was there and waited with giddy anticipation for you to arrive.
And this… this, Miss Daisy… is probably one of my most favorite memories.
I heard a knock and the door, and I checked myself in the mirror… made sure I had mint gum in my mouth… and steeled myself for whatever would come next.
I opened the door for you and you came in, a vision of big beautiful hair, designer sunglasses and the smile that all other smiles will forever ,in a losing effort, compare themselves against.
God that smile… lighting up your eyes, and illuminating my whole soul… from the first glimpse of it across the table 8 months ago… to every time I close my eyes even today. Your lips are perfection… and I want to worship them.
You took off your glasses, exhaling a happy sigh and in a voice that has indelibly imprinted on my mind, said “hey”, like you were unbelievably happy to be here just with me.
I kept up the pretense about showing you the house for a few minutes… but our bodies found each other… our mouths like magnets collided with each other and I kissed and was kissed in a way I’ve never experienced before!
The passion burned molten hot and soon our hands ravenously explored each others bodies. My large hand delighted in reading each magnificent curve of your smooth tanned skin with my finger tips like a bling man devouring secrets of the universe writen in braille.
Your exhalations, your moans and purrs were like a symphony and I was the conductor; eliciting the most beautiful music from her body. What these affirmations of the pleasure I intended to lavish you in, did for the desperate desire to please you… they lit a fire in me Miss Daisy… that even in the moment I write to you… has me ever burning still.
Can I confess… I’m not sure if it’s a phenomena or chemistry or what… but there was never a time where your taste, or smell or breath was anything ever but purely intoxicating.
Could that just be a chemistry thing?! Or a connection of a whole other level? Whatever the mystery… the revelation is lavender and honey.
Our bodies were in a fury, and I pressed you against the kitchen counter, my mouth greedily kiss your slender neck, your hands pulling me closer, harder against you.
I unbuttoned your shorts… and slipped my hands beneath your silken panties… you gasped as my skin met your skin, unburdened by these damn clothes… and I find your wetness, and my mind raced back to that first text; when you told me how soaked you were.
I grin as you gasp… the prophecy of that first naughty text now realized, and my wild imagination fell short of the reality of truth of those texted words.
God you are unimaginably sexy.
I began to stroke your slickness and your clit begins to swell, your head writhing in pleasure as you purred and ground your body against my strong hand.
I wanted to get a better angle where I could please your further… and so with two fingers deep inside you, and my arm around slender waist…. I effortlessly lifted you atop the kitchen counter.
Your eyes went wild I tell you! As I effortlessly moved you exactly where I wanted you to be
You called it bowling… and that moment cemented in both our minds just how much we yearned to explore the mysteries of each others bodies and each other’s fantasies
I pleasured you to orgasm over and over… your sweetness dripping down my fingers, the aroma of our passion filling the home with our scent. Your hand finding my hard member and your fingers traced its lines and my fingers delved deeper into your wanton sex.
We pulled ourselves away from each other… the hour ended faster and more fulfilling than any hour has ever passed by, our hearts pounding, your beautiful smile deeply satisfied but still wanting more.
We left that home and went to the next one repeating the same pretense and ending in the same passionate kisses.
In fact one time, do you remember, I was too aggressive that we both banged our heads against the walls in the closet!
We laughed and clung to each other… our bodies crying out to remove everything or anything that stood in our way.
I laid you down on the carpet of that bedroom, your legs spread wide… welcoming me to be closer and closer.
Looking at you there, your eyes ablaze with passion… you biting that damned intoxicating bottom lip, and my heart and mind forever changed.
We did not have sex that day… but neither of us had ever had experienced a passion like that before; and though I found the true reason God gave me hands… we were just getting started.
Yours,
#AlwaysOnMyMind #LavenderAndHoney
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