He sometimes doesn’t shave.

I was sitting at a restaurant the other night. He hadn’t shaved. I looked at him speaking about work matters and watched his face closely, enjoying his smiles and voice. He has dimples on his cheeks that I find enchanting. I noted the bristle growing on his cheeks and was suddenly overcome with a visceral experience of him rubbing his brillo pad of a face across the skin of my back like a huge caress. First one cheek, ending in a kiss and then switching to the other side. It is one of the most erotic things he does to me. Sitting there in my booth, a shudder goes through my whole body and I sigh in desire and remembered pleasures. He’s so animated about what he’s saying, he doesn’t notice my mental wandering.

I guess I did a good job not letting my arousal touch my face.

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