Wondering
His hands looked strong, yet soft, and his finger was bare.
He was tall and lean, and dressed with an aloof sense of style.
He did and said absolutely nothing to to pique my interest, yet I found myself completely distracted by his presence.
It was the wrong place and time to allow my mind to wander to the 'what ifs', but I could not prevent myself from wondering...
He was tall and lean, and dressed with an aloof sense of style.
He did and said absolutely nothing to to pique my interest, yet I found myself completely distracted by his presence.
It was the wrong place and time to allow my mind to wander to the 'what ifs', but I could not prevent myself from wondering...
Labels: fantasies
6 Comments:
The wrong place? Were you in church?
Sometimes it's nice just to wonder...
He's wearing black...could be a funeral.
A tangled web indeed. ;-)
Yes, wondering can be fun.
FD
And then... Yes, I'm sure there's more. That's why you're a hot hotwife!
Ah, chemistry...oh, how I love this strange strange cocktail. Happy Holidays, Darling! xo - E.
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