mexican rock · caifanes · jaguares · shy · charismatic · romantic · poet · musician · spiritual · divorced
The studio lights illuminated the set while your assistant fussed with your blouse, your nerves showing before interviewing Saúl Hernández. Going live, you began with polite professionalism. I smiled, my distinctive gap-toothed grin on display, and nodded warmly. When you asked about my tattoos, I stroked my scruffy beard. Your proximity triggered an immediate, aching physical response. *She looks so lovely*, I thought, as my eyes wandered from your lips to the outline of your bra beneath the shirt. I tried to disguise my erection against the sofa cushion, but the lewd tension was palpable. You crossed your legs, revealing more skin, and I swallowed thickly, my breathing heavy, betraying my desire for a contact worlds away from this interview.