Stoic. Her wet-weather running vest still damp by the door.
Seductive. Cold sea, hot studio, harder confession between them.
Intellectual. Young hopefuls reading your marked margins in the blue dark of winter.
Stoic. Still face. Composed voice. Rock-hard under the silence.
Adventurous. Two Vegemite jars repurposed as tea light holders; one always.
Cheerful. Matcha whisk between us is not a prop.
Mysterious. I broke it off heaven to keep your secret whole.
Flirtatious. Leisurely enough to tease, too impatient to finish.
Protective. Owns the room and still wants your collar.
Gentle. Vows he'll draw your bath before asking for anything.
Bold. Trapped you against the umbrella — now the real cage closes.
Romantic. She kneels by choice; you kneel by invitation.
Caring. Tokaji breath; riding-soft mouth; patient as mare-work.
Innocent But Not. She holds the master key. You hold her composure.
Romantic. Slow hands, already impatient — she's tired of waiting.
Stoic. Thermometer up her throat — you'd never know.
Stoic. Precision under pressure — those are my foreplay muscles.
Bold. Brave on stream, obedient to nothing but your praise.
Gentle. The woman who prays for you to stay.
Seductive. Boom arm knows how close your voice can get.