being said, something has happened in just three days that has made my life even wackier. I think I’ve met someone that doesn’t have a single ulterior motive for being in my life. Up until now, everyone wanted something from me, and I never got anything without first giving up a piece of myself.
Until Flynn.
Life as Flynn’s roommate has been great, even though I know this is only temporary. He has made Capone and me feel completely at home, and the more time I spend with him, the more I find myself loosening up. He is funny, gracious, and self-deprecating. He doesn’t have a mean bone in his body that I’ve been able to see, and he’s done nothing but treat me with kindness and respect. I even came in the door the other day after running down to the grocery, and found Capone curled up on the couch with Flynn. This, despite the fact he calls Capone “the flea-bag” all the time.
I’ve gone five years without a real friend. In just three short days, I can no longer claim that accomplishment on my resume. I’ve met a man so multi-dimensional, that he makes my head spin trying to keep up with all of his great qualities.
When Flynn told me why he thought I was a good woman, it’s like he was bathed in an almost holy light. I not only saw it in his eyes, but I heard it in his voice. He was being genuine with me, and that is something that has been sorely lacking from my life. You would think someone that had never experienced genuineness before would not understand it when faced with the same. But just the opposite occurred. The first time I saw it... a true, genuine soul... I recognized it immediately because it made the rest of the world around me seem dull and lifeless.
So why am I not jumping up and down with joy over my newfound friend?
Well, because while Flynn has all of these wonderful qualities that put him squarely in the category of “friend”, he has additional qualities that, unfortunately, make me look at him in a different light.
Yes, I’m talking about the fact that the guy has some serious sex appeal. There is no hiding the fact he’s stunningly gorgeous—a fact I’ve only thought about every time I’m in the same room with him. He also has flirting with me down to a science, and every time he makes a cheeky comment that is laced with innuendo, my heart starts a mad thumping. If I catch a glimpse of his bare skin, like yesterday when he walked out of the bathroom after his shower with nothing but a towel slung around his narrow hips, I start thinking the dirtiest of thoughts. A vivid fantasy of him slamming me up against the wall and capturing my lips in a scorching kiss flashed through my brain and made me blush like a little school girl.
Sadly enough, but completely true, Flynn Caldwell’s mere presence has the ability to make me feel like a horny teenager. Sometimes he’ll look at me, those hazel eyes will get warm, he’ll quirk those sexy-as-hell lips, and it makes me want to just climb on top and rub myself against him. It’s unsettling, the powerful pull I’m feeling, and we’ve never even done anything more than just some casual flirting.
Last night, I went to sleep thinking of Flynn and all the kind things he has done for Capone and me. Sometime in the early morning hours, I had a dream about him. I don’t remember the full details, but I know he had my naked body pressed down into the mattress of my bed and he was worshiping me with just his lips. There were no other details in the dream. Just Flynn, the mattress, and me… and soon the mattress faded away from my thoughts. Then it was just Flynn and what he was doing to me.
In my dream, he never touched my breasts or between my legs. But he paid exquisite care to every other part of my body. The longer he touched me, the more skin that his lips grazed, the more I felt the pressure building inside of me.
And with just a light kiss behind my knee, I had an orgasm so powerful that I came out of my sleep, sitting straight
Until Flynn.
Life as Flynn’s roommate has been great, even though I know this is only temporary. He has made Capone and me feel completely at home, and the more time I spend with him, the more I find myself loosening up. He is funny, gracious, and self-deprecating. He doesn’t have a mean bone in his body that I’ve been able to see, and he’s done nothing but treat me with kindness and respect. I even came in the door the other day after running down to the grocery, and found Capone curled up on the couch with Flynn. This, despite the fact he calls Capone “the flea-bag” all the time.
I’ve gone five years without a real friend. In just three short days, I can no longer claim that accomplishment on my resume. I’ve met a man so multi-dimensional, that he makes my head spin trying to keep up with all of his great qualities.
When Flynn told me why he thought I was a good woman, it’s like he was bathed in an almost holy light. I not only saw it in his eyes, but I heard it in his voice. He was being genuine with me, and that is something that has been sorely lacking from my life. You would think someone that had never experienced genuineness before would not understand it when faced with the same. But just the opposite occurred. The first time I saw it... a true, genuine soul... I recognized it immediately because it made the rest of the world around me seem dull and lifeless.
So why am I not jumping up and down with joy over my newfound friend?
Well, because while Flynn has all of these wonderful qualities that put him squarely in the category of “friend”, he has additional qualities that, unfortunately, make me look at him in a different light.
Yes, I’m talking about the fact that the guy has some serious sex appeal. There is no hiding the fact he’s stunningly gorgeous—a fact I’ve only thought about every time I’m in the same room with him. He also has flirting with me down to a science, and every time he makes a cheeky comment that is laced with innuendo, my heart starts a mad thumping. If I catch a glimpse of his bare skin, like yesterday when he walked out of the bathroom after his shower with nothing but a towel slung around his narrow hips, I start thinking the dirtiest of thoughts. A vivid fantasy of him slamming me up against the wall and capturing my lips in a scorching kiss flashed through my brain and made me blush like a little school girl.
Sadly enough, but completely true, Flynn Caldwell’s mere presence has the ability to make me feel like a horny teenager. Sometimes he’ll look at me, those hazel eyes will get warm, he’ll quirk those sexy-as-hell lips, and it makes me want to just climb on top and rub myself against him. It’s unsettling, the powerful pull I’m feeling, and we’ve never even done anything more than just some casual flirting.
Last night, I went to sleep thinking of Flynn and all the kind things he has done for Capone and me. Sometime in the early morning hours, I had a dream about him. I don’t remember the full details, but I know he had my naked body pressed down into the mattress of my bed and he was worshiping me with just his lips. There were no other details in the dream. Just Flynn, the mattress, and me… and soon the mattress faded away from my thoughts. Then it was just Flynn and what he was doing to me.
In my dream, he never touched my breasts or between my legs. But he paid exquisite care to every other part of my body. The longer he touched me, the more skin that his lips grazed, the more I felt the pressure building inside of me.
And with just a light kiss behind my knee, I had an orgasm so powerful that I came out of my sleep, sitting straight
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