It started when I was a kid- her
strange fascination with me. Being the prude that I am, I resisted
her attentions. Not that I didn't look at her, or maybe even sniff
her every once in a while, but I didn't want to be tied down, not
sure if I even liked her.
Then came those awkward teenage years,
when hormones were literally oozing out. I confess I flirted with her
every once in a while, but I still didn't go all the way. There was
bound to be someone hotter out there.
My friends thought I was stupid, I
obviously had something she liked, what harm could come from it? And the way she threw herself on me, I could even get lucky...
But I resisted(#goodyboy).
Then came college.
The last vestiges of teen age still
clung onto me, I grew faster than my clothes could catch up. but she... she had
blossomed into a goddess.
One day I saw her sexy, dark form lying naked on a
bed of white.
I said damn, I've got to get me some of
that!
That's how writing finally got what she wanted.
You've been KLPD'd. :P
Go
on, have a cold shower.
