When we first arrived at his place, he unlocked the front door and turned on the lights before I ever realized how big it was. In the dark, I couldn’t tell that this used to be an old warehouse. However, as we moved around the apartment to turn on all the lights, I got an eyeful the moment it was all illuminated. It is quite amazing and decorated with beautiful paintings, from many different art styles. I hardly would have guessed that he is a fine art collector, by his clothing and the people he associates himself with.
Feeling his hands slide up the outside of my lower legs, I see his eyes peek up from between my feet. Deciding to do this the “right way” this time, his words not mine, he is taking tonight nice and slow.
Cradling my foot in his hands, he leans down and licks my arch. W
