Saturday, September 26, 2009

The Rugby Player

We've been exchanging messages for the longest time but we never met.

I got an SMS from him this afternoon out of the blue:

I'm in your vicinity. Can I come over?

I just finished lunch and was on my way back.

We met at the gas station near my place. He's pretty tall, stocky but well-built, tan boyish looks. I could see he was checking me out too.

We shook hands and he came over to my place.

We engaged in some ice-breakers but I could see he was looking at my body.

"You wanna touch it?" I asked.

He started placing his strong hand on my chest. His fingers brushed against my nipple. It felt good.

"You wanna lick it?" I asked again.


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