Unable to resist the curiosity plaguing her mind, and with her thoughts unutterably tainted by this wine, she was almost inclined to pursue the same gentlemen that had disappointed her time, after time, after time…..
Why did she have to see him tonight, extravagant smelling, debonair and better looking than she remembered, and compared to her recent suitors he was a heavy weight contender,
he could take her there, make her heart explode, shift her mind into overdrive, and her punani into volcanic overload, he forced multiple climatic episodes, with ease, his Kama sutric dance had her to the point that she couldn’t stand, clouded her thoughts and buckled her knees,
in reality, he was promiscuity dressed as monogamy, with excess baggage of drama, baby mamas, and financial agonies, she reminisced on their last engagement, unveiling of this familiar stranger, the horror of the pageantry,
must be insobriety attacking, wisdom lacking, pheromones attracting, her into acting…….
against her own better judgment, when the storm cleared, and he was who he said he wasn’t, an internal conflict arose, she couldn’t help that she loved him,
her body longed for this guy, the pleasure of his company she could not deny, although she knew things would eventually go awry…. a familiar gratification, he was her addiction, she could not say goodbye, he was…..
a risk worth the high.