I get there first. I like to do this. It’s the polite thing to do; ensure a lady isn’t kept waiting. We spot each other and greet. You take a seat and we just sit for a moment looking at each other. A waitress brings menus and we take a cursory glance, coffee and croissants. Not that they even matter. The conversation starts off slowly. Just lots of appeasing glances at first. Then it warms up. Then it becomes laden with...

Saturday morning drags its way towards me. Ever since we agreed on a day time has slowed to a catatonic slur and I have thought of little other than having you sit for me. The wild thoughts, the fantasies, the images have been breeding in my mind. Crowding out all constructive thinking with noise and energy and sensations all birthed from the memory of our first encounter. My easel is set up and I have prepared the space...

“So am I seeing you next weekend?” I ask, looking up at you from my favourite place; your dainty ladylike little thatch underneath my nose. “Oh no I can’t, birthday dinner with the girls.” You respond between gasps. Your hands trailing through my hair. An idea forms as I carry on taking my time with you. A week later on your birthday you are at the office with a lot to get through before you can get home and freshen up fo...

A sated cry of lust, rapture and reverie shudders from your entire body, your teeth in my shoulder, your knees clamping together as you ride the ensuing waves of another engulfing climax on top of me. I never get tired of experiencing this. You are like a Valkyrie when you are this way; incendiary and radiant. I love feeling every inch of you grip my cock as you drain into the quiet. We bask in each other now. A silent co...