confession
i kneel on my knees before you, indigo eyes locked waist level, pleading for penance. stern but smiling, you silently wait for my confession... "lately," i begin, "i have been having sinful thoughts... about you... here..." i pause, eyes searching the shadows of the restaurant after-hours, blinds drawn to shield us from five large picture windows. you lean against the booth behind you and nod, a sign to resume confession. "when i see you," i continue, "i cannot concentrate. lust-laden urges overpower conscious thought and i can barely resist the temptation to take you into my mouth..." "show me," you say, eyes smiling. my fingers unleash your boulder-beast, and it grows harder still as i stroke softly... up and down... around the top and back again... the tips of my fingers teasing in tiny arcs as you tilt your head back and thrust toward me... my grip grows tighter, hands circling around mold of masculinity, then yielding to eager throat and long, lingering lips... i twirl my tongue around you, watching your face flush from fire of lust: unable to break my sensual stare our eyes remain locked as you tremble... and shudder... and secrete the pleasure from within. i smile, for now i am the holy one you beg.
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