Mascha

We are sitting together for a romantic dinner. You took me to a restaurant and spoiled me with culinary delights. Secretly, my foot wanders along your calf and suddenly finds its way to your thighs. Surprised but pleased you look at me. I can read the quiet excitement in your eyes. I enjoy your desiring looks and in me the desire for more grows. I want to do things with you that only concern us both. My deep look into your eyes will tell you immediately what is going on inside me. But we still enjoy the tingling, but we can not give in to this place. Yet it is not so far. But soon we are in a place where we are completely below us. Here we give ourselves completely to our desire and forget everything that happens around us.