On multiple occasions, I have been the subject of a woman's sexual fantasies. Most recently, Trinity was indulging in a delicious dessert, envisioning me as she sensually handled a sizable banana. The sight must have mesmerized her to the point where she accidently spilled her sweet concoction on the kitchen tiles.
Smeared with chocolate syrup and whipped cream, the mess paled in comparison to the sinful distraction I became for her.