jaylene
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- Jun 24, 2003
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I’m looking for someone to play the part of this mysterious stranger. If interested PM me.
When you look at Melissa you see a modest woman. She has long, dark, brown hair and deep brown eyes. She always wears her hair pulled back into a bun, though by mid-afternoon her hair begins to slip from the tight knot, wisps of light brown hair thus framing her face. Melissa always dressed in a practical manner. A turtle neck, sweater and long wool skirt, black tights and sturdy, warm shoes. But Melissa’s looks were deceiving. Although she appeared to be a mild and modest woman, deep inside, her soul craved reckless abandon. All one had to do to get an inkling of this woman was glance around at the books Melissa read. Though Melissa had in reality had lived a quiet, rather subdued life, everyday she lost herself in a novel, and delighted in vicariously living the life of vivacious heroines. Ever notice the books she reads at the bookstore where she works? And if could see the titles of the books that lined her bookshelves at home, such a ferocious and varied appetite for erotica. What Melissa didn’t realize was that all she needed was the right man to come along and unlock the wildness inside. Now don’t get me wrong, there had been men in her life, but they had all lacked passion. None had the strength or the expertise to help her be her true self.
That is until she met him.
Melissa remembers the day vividly. She was sitting in the café adjacent to the bookstore. This was where she spent her lunch hour everyday; eating a salad, sipping a latte, her nose buried in a book. As she brought her coffee to her lips she felt herself being watched. Her eyed darted around, trying to find the source of the inspection. And then her eyes met his. Her stomach tightened, she involuntarily gasped and her eyes darted back to the page in her book. Just in that brief second she saw a strength and confidence that aroused her and yet scared her. She could still feel his eyed on her, causing her to blush as she tried to ignore his penetrating gaze. She was amazed that just a stare could make her feel so vulnerable.
That stare was the first time she felt him, but it wasn’t the last. In the coming weeks she would feel his stare, his breath, his kiss, his hands, and his hardness over every inch of her body. He would teach her about herself, and Melissa would learn she had passion.
When you look at Melissa you see a modest woman. She has long, dark, brown hair and deep brown eyes. She always wears her hair pulled back into a bun, though by mid-afternoon her hair begins to slip from the tight knot, wisps of light brown hair thus framing her face. Melissa always dressed in a practical manner. A turtle neck, sweater and long wool skirt, black tights and sturdy, warm shoes. But Melissa’s looks were deceiving. Although she appeared to be a mild and modest woman, deep inside, her soul craved reckless abandon. All one had to do to get an inkling of this woman was glance around at the books Melissa read. Though Melissa had in reality had lived a quiet, rather subdued life, everyday she lost herself in a novel, and delighted in vicariously living the life of vivacious heroines. Ever notice the books she reads at the bookstore where she works? And if could see the titles of the books that lined her bookshelves at home, such a ferocious and varied appetite for erotica. What Melissa didn’t realize was that all she needed was the right man to come along and unlock the wildness inside. Now don’t get me wrong, there had been men in her life, but they had all lacked passion. None had the strength or the expertise to help her be her true self.
That is until she met him.
Melissa remembers the day vividly. She was sitting in the café adjacent to the bookstore. This was where she spent her lunch hour everyday; eating a salad, sipping a latte, her nose buried in a book. As she brought her coffee to her lips she felt herself being watched. Her eyed darted around, trying to find the source of the inspection. And then her eyes met his. Her stomach tightened, she involuntarily gasped and her eyes darted back to the page in her book. Just in that brief second she saw a strength and confidence that aroused her and yet scared her. She could still feel his eyed on her, causing her to blush as she tried to ignore his penetrating gaze. She was amazed that just a stare could make her feel so vulnerable.
That stare was the first time she felt him, but it wasn’t the last. In the coming weeks she would feel his stare, his breath, his kiss, his hands, and his hardness over every inch of her body. He would teach her about herself, and Melissa would learn she had passion.