When I led him to the bedroom with my eyes, he smirked and said: Oh, big moves.
I said: You know so. I know how you want tonight to end.
I grabbed his hands and twisted his wrists until his tongue clicked the roof of his mouth in pain.
I used my tongue to unfurl his desire by tracking his nipples and moving down to his groin.
Out went his Gucci shirt. When he lifted his arms, beneath the Hugo Boss scent there resided something stronger and exciting.
What’s it about the acrid smell of a man that sets everything alight? It just might turn out to be a good night tonight.