I open my mouth wide to receive your bulging penis. I'm excited to taste you, feel you. I want your hands on my breasts while I deep throat you, so with your dick still in my mouth, I grab your wrists and lead your hands to my chest. As you grope me, I dig my fingers into your ass and begin to swallow. You're big, so I work my mouth slowly, using my tongue to lubricate every inch before hungrily taking you in. With you standing over my head at the edge of the bed and me lying on my back, I get the whole view of you...
I could feel his eyes on me while my hips swayed in a bright sundress. Then I felt fingers tease along my neck as we approached the door to our hotel room.
I wish... I WISH I could say I met this cop because I flirted my way out of a ticket. Alas, I have Tinder to thank. However, I'll probably take some creative liberty when I eventually write an erotic novel and make some bad joke about getting cuffed and put in the back seat for a different form of "going downtown."
I knew he was coming home with me. I hadn't met him in person yet, but I knew he'd be coming home with me. From the pictures of him on his motorcycle with sunglasses to the tattoos on his back; I knew I would not be coming home alone. I wasn't planning on him coming back with me. I wasn't hoping for it. I just knew.