Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Press My Buttons

Nothing turns me on like a man in a button down shirt. He always looks so crisp, so clean, so masculine. It's sooo hot.


But it's just a little vulnerable, too. There's that little gap right there over his heart, nothing but that thin layer of fabric covering his chest. And that's hot, too.


I love undressing my men. It makes them feel so helpless to have me strip away the armor of their clothes. I stare into his eyes as I strip him, watching the excitement build as as each garment falls to the floor. 


When he wears a button down shirt I never have to break eye contact.  He's watching me watching him the whole time. As I undo each button he falls deeper under my hypnotic spell.


And then he's all mine...




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