Seeing Germany rightthere with a blackriding crop, blackboots and a blackpair of pants...
With his paleskin and intenseblue eyes that stareat you and throughyou~
and he's reclining on your desk chair-or maybe your bed- like it's his God-D*** throne and he's got a very malicioussmirk quirking at the edge of his stern lips...
And that's when you notice he isn't wearing his whiteundershirt that goes so well in contrast with his pants with that perfectlyironed crease down the middle and your eyes follow it -simply because it's there~-to stop at a very noticeableplace. And you look up and see that yes... He had been watching the whole timeand was full out smirkingat you.
And he's not been there long you realize as he stands and approaches you... his pants are unwrinkled as he moves towards you. and you realize just how tinyyou are in comparison to him... he almost dwarfs you. He stands at nearly six foot. And you are more slight... His muscles play under the taught skin, shifting and so hardunder your fingers as he guides them to feel his abdomen... And he brings them to feel his strong chest. And you feel it rumble as he speaks...
"Für eine Nacht... Du hast mich..."
And he chuckles at the expression on your face, his hand... so bigcompared to yours, engulfes it, while the other caresses your cheek.
"Für die ganze Nacht"... du hast mich..."
And then you open your eyes and curse...
Because...
As realistic as that was...
It was only a fantasy...
And so you roll out of bed and get ready...
never noticing the black leather that lay forgotten under your bed~