He wore loafers without socks or with super low profile socks one day.
I got a glimpse of his tatted down to the ankle leg when the pants that hugged his thighs so wonderfully rode up. I want so badly to undress this man and admire his inked flesh. I can’t stop thinking about what’s hiding underneath, all that could be uncovered.
Later, he had his tie off with two buttons undone and I could see the patterns of another tattoo peaking out. It was some intricate leaf looking thing along the length of both clavicles. At least he likes symmetry.
Eventually, I said, “Keith, I am so curious about your tattoos, like do you just have a chest piece or is your whole body covered?”
He smiled, “You’re probably trying to figure out what type of guy I am.” But the way he looked at me when he said it made it sound like he said “you’re probably trying to picture me naked.”
“No, I’m intrigued.”
“Oh, are you?”
“I like that. I might have to keep you intrigued then.”
My universe will become your obsession 💕