To: Freddy Konings, Romantic inspiration extraordinaire (You. Me. NYC. Christmas Eve. ;-)
Thanks to MT for loaning Freddy out, to Robin for giving him Katya to go out with, and to Freddy for letting us play!

New York City
Christmas Eve

     He strode across the hotel lobby with masculine grace, his movements fluid and powerful. A man of confidence. A man in control.
     A man surely to die for in bed.
     Katya shivered and her nipples peaked against her silk blouse as she watched him check in at the reservations desk. She sat at a corner table in the lounge—waiting for a member of the staff to inform her that her room was ready—and from her vantage point had a perfect view of Mr. Wet Dream.
     Everyone who knew Katya thought she was a driven-toward-success corporate accountant, cool and reserved. And she was—on the surface. Within, she was anything but refined. Inside she was hot and passionate, full of lust, and so darn horny she’d need an extra large package of batteries just to keep her vibrator at the ready.
     If she told her friends MT and Robin that her fantasy was to make love all night long with a total stranger…they would never believe it. Mmmm, what a Christmas present Mr. Incredible would be. A little bondage perhaps, some whip cream…
     A sigh of sheer lust spilled through Katya’s lips as she stared at the man who was so gorgeous he could have been an international model. She sipped from her glass of merlot, her panties growing damper by the second as she imaged how he would look beneath his black polo shirt and slacks. Not an ounce of fat would be on his chiseled frame, his thighs strong and athletic, and his cock—long and thick enough to fill her completely.   more >>