Confession of what I really wanted

[alterego_ofsex]

What I wanted to say was - nothing. I didn't want to say anything to you. You were so beautiful. When you sat down at the table, I knew right away that I wanted you. And you wanted me, too. It was an attraction that you sense, the air around you changing. Rather than feel out through careful attention to furtive glances, complimentary laughter, and the countless other clues we use to make certain our desires are not misplaced. The time and place wasn't right. I suppose they rarely are. You looked disappointed when I didn't ask for your number. I have a girlfriend. And I love her. What could I do. That's what I thought of at the time. I had no other urge but to go back to you, when it was over. Maybe this was all in my imagination. But I don't think so. I know there was something between us. If I could have, I would. And so I had nothing to say, only so many, many things I wanted to do. To you.


I didn't know where exactly to post this, but I decided to post it here. I was hoping someone would take it up, and I might be able to live out my fantasy a bit more. This really did happen to me, yesterday. I've been reading and listening for a long time, but this is my first post I'm male and 27. Looking for a woman to chat about this with, or maybe take the story further.

Thanks!