Chapter Thirty-Three: Tension Part 1

I smile as Silas saunters around to the driver’s side of the car, opening my door and extending his hand to me. I see behaving like a gentleman on our first date was not part of his performance. With an impressed smile, I place my freshly manicured hand in his and step out of the car. I take a moment to drink in the delectable sight of him, committing every bulge and dip of his perfect body to memory as I do almost every time I look at him now.

Silas is the first man I’ve ever known to wear a corseted vest, and now that I have seen it, all other attire pales in comparison. I never thought a fully clothed man could be so erotic, but it’s the greatest discovery of my lifetime. Now that I mention it, I realise all our sexual encounters so far have been clothed, and I’m not complaining. There’s something so carnal about craving someone so much you have to have them then and there that not even the confines of clothes can stop you. Between me, myself, and I, I’m getting hot just thinking