| __Our initial meeting was in a club. I knew who he was, right off. A fan of his or his music I was not, I can honestly state. And a closet fan....I adamantly deny the term. However, this man instantly became an exception, as he looked my way, his hands resting in his khaki pockets, a slight grin resting among the barely tanned skin of his face. He undoubtedly had me right from the start. His dirty blonde locks fell perfectly around his temple, his cool blue eyes sparkling under the luminescence of the club's outdoor spotlights. His tall, nice build commanding arrogance, a little cockiness perhaps, sprinkled with a touch of sexiness. He was obviously handsome by perhaps any random woman's standards, but for me it was different. It was more. I felt as though this was the face I wanted to look into forever. My mind became devoid of all thoughts, a blank slate, succumbing to one plain and explicit thought: How much I wanted to fuck this man. "Can I see you later?" 'Do you even have to ask' I thought to myself. I gladly told him to be at my house that night around nine. |