A southern gentleman. A clever man. A person who uses too many fullstops.
I spend much of my days acting as a good, cleancut accountant. I'm polite, jovial, a hit at weddings and parties. The only vices most see are a twinge of pride, sarcasm and talking a bit too much.
But most wouldn't suspect the intensity and passion I seek in privacy with a lover. Only she gets to know that man. Only she gets to feel the intentions and hungers that boil beneath the surface of this mild-mannered accountant as I take her. She gets the pleasures of that side of me.
We share a passion that most wouldn't see when she and I are together, but she would. She would see it in the way my eyes take her in, the long looks across a crowded room, the secret smile on my lips. She would hear it in the inflections as I whisper in her ear, the way I laugh at her jokes. She would feel it in the way I touch the small of her back, the warmth of my breath on her ear as I whisper. But only her... a subtle foreplay in plane sight. Our own special dance.
Those things are for her and her alone.