He didn’t waste time with his own clothing, stripping himself to full nudity even as I stood before him. His black skin, and there was no other wor... for it, for he was dark as coal, was sheened with his body oil, and even in the light of the room, I could see every contour of his well-toned body. He wasn’t the young-buck of his physical prime, but slightly older, probably in his late-30’s, that time when our lives grow busier and things such as going to the gym gave way to more urgent tasks. . In a nutshell, the fantasy goes like this: the woman calls and we end up in a contest for me to shock her and for her to resist being shocked. Of course the things I tell her get viler and filthier, and eventually she gives up and gasps out that I am indeed a disgusting pervert. The phone sex ladies added the idea that the woman actually likes the things I'm telling her and I end up being her sex toy.Which brings us to the point of my writing: This summer a really hot, young woman came to work. As the music started, I pulled her into me, my spare hand going around her waist as her spare hand rested on my shoulder. I started to move, leading her in a waltz, showing her off to our wedding guests. Each step, I gradually pulled her closer until there was no space between us. The second waltz still played as others started to join us on the dance floor. I couldn’t resist it and dropped my hand around her waist for a quick squeeze before raising it so no one noticed.As the music neared its. " Frank turned away, his face flushed as he abruptly left the bathroom.John finished getting ready while Frank sat at the small table near the window typing furiously on his laptop. The mood between them had shifted completely in just moments. John couldn't shake his disappointment, despite his decision to cool things off."You coming down for breakfast?" John asked with a mild tone, trying to defuse the tension between them."Yeah," Frank said and shut the laptop after he finished typing. "Sorry.