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It was a restless night. My mind is reeling from everything that is happening. Yesterday evening, I met my new neighbor, and tonight I lie beside him, listening to the rhythmic sounds of his breathing, feeling his breath on the nape of my neck, and feeling the warmth of his long body next to mine.

I scold myself for being promiscuous, but then revel in being next to him. As I reflect on what has happened over the last day or so, I once again find myself giving into my own desires. His hypnotic breathing is proof that this stud is content and relaxed, and I am very proud of getting him to this place.

It's 2:38 am, and I'm craving sex yet again with this guy. I simply cannot get enough of him. I'm hard as a rock just thinking about him and feeling him next to me. But, what should I do? Is he the type of guy who enjoys midnight sex, or is he more content to sleep? All too soon, my question is answered.

I feel him move and his breathing changes. He lifts his head and looks at me, and I turn my head to see him. In a husky whisper, he says, "Hey..." and a big smile spread across his face. And, he has me once again. At this moment, I would do absolutely anything for him. I feel like I'm going insane, but I'm beyond reason at this point.

"Hey, Sexy," I say. I roll over and he stretches, grabbing the headboard and fully extending his body. It's an impressive sight. His strong masculine hands clutching the headboard. His long muscular arms completely tensed. His long torso. Those long sexy legs leading to those beautiful long feet. At this moment, I want to devour him! And, I'm excited to see his cock is rising as he finishes his stretch.

His long exhale ends with, "Argggggggh... what are you looking at?"

As I look up to see that big smile on his face, I smile back and counter with, "Just trying to decide where to start."

"Dude, you can start anywhere you want, but I gotta pee first," he says as he hoists himself up out of the bed. What an incredible view, as his long body walks through the moonlit room. It's as if he has some aura around him that just makes me want to beg to please him. It occurs to me that I'm actually anxious for him to get back from the bathroom, so I can make love with him. It's not just his figure, it's the way he uses it. His mannerisms and that certain arrogance he has that's just enough. There's no mistaking he's the alpha male, or that he enjoys the