He whispered delicately into my left ear, masking a playful undertone…poetry I think it was, couldn't understand a word of his mumbling but alongside his gruff pitch, even a full recitation of the dictionary would sound stimulating. I was rather comfortable, perched warmly in his lap. My Josef. A title, which he proved he was worthy of having over and over as he nuzzled flirtatiously into my neck, ticking me with his velvet-esque, heavily conditioned hair. I'd resisted against the lingering yearning for more than enough time and finally gave in. Aggressively yet somehow still managing a seductive grip on his chest, I ran my cold hand through his silky dark chocolate hair inhaling deep mouthfuls of his masculine scent, continually losing control over any abstinence I had left in me...