Frigid temperatures doesn’t mean it can’t get hot.  At least, that is what happened in a hotel room in Midtown.  It was nice to kiss, hard, deep and heavy.  Our lips were glued to one another for what seemed like ages but time really does fly when you are having so much fun.

I especially appreciated how you took your time with your tongue and fingers, exploring and stroking me.  It was only a matter of time before the tremors began and I exploded into your mouth.  It was only a matter of time before it was turn to treat you back.

Hot and heavy, slow and steady, wins the race every time.

Music Mood:  Otis Redding ” Love Man”  – “Which of you girls wants me to kiss you?…’cause I’m a love man…”

Yours truly,

the kissing bandit xx