Yes Sir, Part II

(See Part 1 of this story here.) The first time a man asked me told me, to call him “Sir” I was unprepared. We’d had this really light hearted totally flirty date, leading up to him walking home with me. We had spent a few minutes chatting easily in the kitchen of my apartment there…

Kissing Him

The thin wet line of our saliva connects us, holds us there, just centimeters apart, mouth breathing into mouth, a tongue reaches out- who’s tongue is it? It doesn’t matter it’s all taste and senses and breathing. Slowly his breath pushes into me, my breath reaches into him … I hold his shoulders tightly to…