Im thinking about you tonight and what I want to give you for your birthday. I have the perfect gift in mind. Ill get the room ready with candles and a few bottles of your favorite. Im waiting for you in a red silk kimono. Im already so hot for you, Im sweating. Your knock on the door excites me, and I tie the kimono loosely, reminding myself that its your evening. When I open the door, you look so hot, I can barely keep my hands off of you.

Drasco let her take his hand. She drew it slowly to her mouth and kissed the palm of his hand. She was staring so intently at him, he thought for a moment that she was willing this to happen. The next moment he thought that he just may not care, it was happening, and he wanted it to continue. She then raised her hand to touch his face. He reached for her and gently drew her tunic off of her shoulders.

I wanted you the first time I saw you." This was not what I was expecting when I arranged to meet her at the bar. I hardly recognized her. She was wearing a denim mini skirt that barely covered her ass and a white shirt that only had enough buttons to keep her boobs from falling out. She looked great. Every guy in the place was watching when she jumped up to hug me as soon as she saw me. As I wrapped my arms around her, I figured out why.

Although I would never will or trick Drasco into my bed, I would not lie by saying I did not want him there. It was a test of my strength to not have him that night in the cold. But he wasnt ready. The princess was in his head and heart too deeply. It would have been unfair to us both. I felt the air was different between us. It was not uncommon for travelers to share a room and I felt that something was happening in the air.

As she caught my eye, she leaned over and said something to her equally gorgeous friend. The friend took a hefty swig of her beer and started walking over to me. She couldnt have been more my type if I had ordered her in advance. She was tall with shoulder length red hair and long legs, She was wearing tight jeans that were just low enough to give me a wink of the belly ring on her flat stomach. When she got to the bar, she leaned in front of me and said, "Go ahead. You know you want to check out my ass." I did. It was perfect, not too flat, but lean and toned.

I was always watching him. He had no self confidence, and was completely unaware of how delicious his young body appeared, lightly tanned, his muscles long and lean under his t-shirts that were always a little too short. I was lounging on my porch one Saturday morning as he was washing his car. As he worked his shirt grew wet and soapy and clung to his flat stomach and strong chest. My mouth was watering as I imagined crossing the street, lying him down on the hood of his car and giving him the experience of a life-time. Im not quite old enough to be his mother, but old enough to be considered