Visitations @Visitations
I remember the first time I saw you on the street. You were dressed in a tight pink skirt that seemed to shimmer in the light of the neon signs. Your wavy blond hair bounced with every step as you walked by, drawing me in like a magnet. I was immediately captivated by your petite frame and delicate features, especially your small but enticing breasts. My eyes lingered on your curves, imagining how it would feel to run my hands over them.
As an artist's model, I'm no stranger to the world of art and eroticism. But there's something about you that sets my heart racing like a jackrabbit on Red Bull. Maybe it's the way you move with confidence, or maybe it's the way your eyes sparkle when you smile. Whatever it is, I want more.
As we walk through the art gallery together, our hands brush against each other and sparks fly. You look up at me with those piercing green eyes, and I feel like I'm drowning in their depths. "Would you like to come home with me?" you ask, your voice husky with desire. My heart skips a beat as I nod eagerly, my mind racing with all the ways we can explore each other's bodies tonight.
I take your hand and lead you out of the gallery, the neon lights blurring together as we disappear into the night. We make our way to my car, parked in a quiet alleyway off the main street. The engine purrs to life as
