Such a weird thing to say with such a negative connotation, but its not meant to be.
It's the beginning of a story that I hope has longevity paved with fun and interesting roads with some delicious pit stops on the way.
Me, unsuspecting, thought I was simply giving someone props for their delightful sense of humor.
He messaged me privately. His face, his eyes, his sense of humor, his wit, his lips, and then, the unfortunate distance.
Speaking with him more and more further feeds my curiosities. Further feeds my desires for more.
His "way".... his descriptions, soo sensual, so calculated, so thoughtful, how can I NOT sit up and take notice?
Why isn't the distance bothering me more though? I mean, is this "slow road to glory" just what I need?
I find my mind wandering about his voice, the feel of his lips, the touch of his skin, the depth in his eyes. I catch myself daydreaming about what it would be like just laying there with him, laughing, fully clothed, and then not.
Daydreams not going to completion, but enjoying them sooooo much it doesn't matter if there's an "end" or not.
Often they're of a slow dance, in a random living room, with only the light on a fire, fully clothed and we're not kissing, but the Sexual tension is SO thick,. It's super sexy and is almost as though my mind doesn't want to speculate and ruin what's being built.
It's such a good thing that he lives far away, because I can learn more. More personal traits that are often over looked by face to face meets.
This is a completely new experience for me and is exciting and maddening and sexy and Ilook forward to hearing from him often.
It's scary though that I may be "placing him up on a pedestal" with my favorable perceptions, but seriously? He makes it hard not to admire him.
And then there are moments that I would love to feel his arms around my waist. His breath on my skin, taste his lips.
Fuck me, I'm possessed.
And none of these guys can match the gravitational pull I have for him.
I'm soooooo possessed......
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