Share the cherry pie (or, goin' down again)....

After work chilly night walk in search of food and drink with this boy's boy-crush. (!!!)

Lovely sushi experience, amusing conversation, and fabulous company.

A perfectly timed cherry pie consumed on the Queen car amid giggles and sighs of delight.

"..might a well enjoy the feast!"

Yup. Might as well.

(He sure is a gorgeous beast)

Who would have thunk it?

A crush....on a beautiful man.

Object of affection: tall, slim, sensitive, blue blue eyes, sandy hair with a slight curl, a mouth that begs to be kissed and is often smiling or smirking, hands manicured every fortnight. dancer's legs and broad shoulders. Quick wit. Style conscious without stuffiness. Intelligent and sweet natured. Animal friendly. He's nearing perfect.

*sigh*

This boy is completely smitten and the feeling is somewhat mutual but neither knows quite what to do.

Doesn't matter, really, cos he knows he is loved.

...special delivery.....

The tender boy becomes the bold boy in the blink of an eye....it's a choice between wondering and knowing... thinking about it vs. DOING it.....

Hot ( as in SMOKIN' hot) femme at the tender boy's arm. Skin is electric between them. All he wants to do is kiss her for hours, taste her lips, feel her weight on his lap, smell her hairskinbreathsex...so he tells her.

Earlier that day she sits for him, fishnet clad calf in oversized Garrison boot pressing against the boy's chest as he caresses the smooth leather with polish-gloved hands and tries hard to keep his mind on his work.

She smiles down at him from her chairs piled 3 high, and he feels a hitch in his chest and heat and wonders...he wonders and grins back up at her and enjoys the moment.

Beautiful, filthy, delicious, and all too brief.