i looked up and suddenly he was here. right in front of me. in. real. life. and yet again, as my breath caught in my throat and i look into his cerulean blue eyes i found myself at a loss for words.
still. even now. every first time. and when he smiles and the blush reaches his eyes as they darken with lust. my heart beats faster and the moisture pools in my panties.
after we were led to the suite by the proprietor and the door shut behind him. i launched myself at him. standing on my tip toes to wrap my arms around his neck as he leans down and engulfs me in his arms. holding me still against him, knowing that in the moment, right then and there, things would be alright.
and then there was that moment. that nanosecond just before our lips meet. again. for the first time. after months apart. the three thousand + miles that separate us, among other things, fades as his hands; strong, firm yet gentle become urgent against my skin and my body responds without hesitation.
is me is really me 
I loved this post! So honest and lovely! I could feel it 🙂
fantastic!!! love this.
So happy for you girl!! You deserve the very best! I thought you were MIA for a short while
We all have three lives, a public, private and secret life.
No, people who don’t cheat don’t need to have a secret life. It’s so nice not to have the burden of guilt for destroying another human being.
I find your fascination with me flattering. Thank you.
Given that my role is as a witness to evil I’m sure you do but I witness anyway.
You realize your self assigned role is on the internet. Was this role given or did you assign it to yourself?
The internet where you have no idea what is real or not.
Your a witness on the internet where habitual liars can pretend to tell the truth. Where does that put you?
Perhaps you should channel your efforts to make a difference in a world away from your computer.
The thing is I agree with some of your points and there are real people who could actually use your help but you would need to back away from your computer but I don’t care.
Instead you want to be an internet bully, you may not realize it but you have the makings of a real villain and your efforts are self defeating.
You are more like me than you will ever care to admit.
But, please go on if you want to be like Don Quixote and charge windmills I won’t stop you.
The time you spend on me is time you are not making a difference to someone else; I win.
Like a good villain I will enjoy watching your delusions.
I make it clear I am a proper villain.
Again, I thank you for your fascination and I consider you my biggest fan.
I am glad I evoke a reaction from you, it tells me I am doing something right.
Cheers!
Grey
I’m no fan. And I don’t *do* anything. I am just a witness. We can all do that. It takes no effort at all. The rest of the above is nonsense.