Just saw a coat in a catalog which reminded me of Arno’s outfit. And now all I can think of is yanking him close from the labels of his jacket and ever so slowly opening every single button one at the time revealing that sculped chest of his. I could feel his burning gaze on me the whole time and I could tell he has hard time holding himself back. Oh, I’m sure I will soon find myself from under him while he makes slow and deep love to me.