There's only one word for it, one face, one feeling, one fantasy. Something like Love. But dangerous love, heart-breaking love, forbidden love. Meanwhile I see nothing else.
Wednesday, she said, but it was not to be (almost it was). Now it's Friday, and anything can happen. She called me Monday, after 8 days of silence (I was going nuts, got scared of my reaction even much too strong for such a minor phenomenon). Come over, with other, 10 min and gone. Then later she phones and we arrange Wednesday. But Wednesday I sense she scared to come over, almost doesn't. Sam here, and she comes only I think because she won't have to face me alone. We all 3 drink... 12:00 Sam leaves. Alone. It takes me about 3 minutes to move, onto her that is. It feels as usual good. But she has to go soon... should we ?, no.. too fast. Let's do it when we have more time. So Fri it is to be (hope I). Man, she looked good tonite. Legs, high heels, how'd she guess. And that shape, the waist to thighs curves, yum-yum. Incredible... Must have, must experience, must love, must come, must make love soon.
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