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You’re here because you liked what you saw, I’m here because I like to show my desires. That’s all that matters. Maybe you’re in Australia and want to connect, maybe not. All good either way. Be love. Be you. Xxx

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I know you like it like that. My hand teasing the hem of your skirt on your thigh under the table. Your husband just over there, oblivious. Talking and talking but blind to everything. Good thing I could eat one handed. Your glances could melt steel, yet they only make me harder. Can you see how worked up I am?

I offer to help clear the dishes before dessert and your husband continues to sit and talk, louder so we can hear from the kitchen. Your protestations about not needed my help were barely there. While he talks, we kiss and my hands roam everywhere, feeling how ready you are. The waiting is killing us both. You pressing hard against me and devouring me. Breathing hard and barely in control.

Dessert and mussed lipstick. He never noticed. Nor the buttons undone or loosened clothes. The end of the night and you offer to drive me home. He’s off to bed. We stop on the way when we can’t wait any longer. The back seat the arena for our frantic passion. Legs everywhere and steamy windows. Possessing each other in gasping urgency. Your flooding wetness drowning me and triggering my postponed climax. Clutching each other for a little longer. Kisses and caresses. A little sad that now comes a wait until next time. But full of warmth and satisfaction. Knowing there will be a next time. And a next and a next.