Lead Me Not Unto Temptation...
I've almost lost track of how long I've been celibate.
Its gotten easier day by day.
When you don't have something after a while, you begin to adapt...getting used to being without it...Sometimes it can be so difficult...
That "difficult" part came earlier this morning when I accidentally went past him.
His clean cologne scent was quite hypnotizing, and so was the slight brushing of his shirt fabric against mine...
And the accidental touching of his warm skin against mine as I'd dropped my keys on the floor...
and he, 'the gentleman'... knelt to pick them up for me. Its been so long since a man's hand has touched mine and made me feel like my skin was on fire. I was so shocked at my body's response to a simple touch...it was insane!
It felt like an electrical charge flowing throughout my body...
like an oasis in a desert...
I hated myself for getting such a feeling deep inside me, over a simple touch of the hand. I hated that my nipples were so hard...and most of all, I hated that "stirring feeling" that was coming from deep inside my womanhood... that spot so deep inside that can be powerfully reached at the very point of orgasm...
He wasn't very tall, but his body had a very nice sturdy build...
sexy hazel eyes...such sexy hazel eyes...
His face was very nice indeed...
His lips were nice...
mmm...they looked so soft...
I quickly looked away.
Too much temptation...
Too many "what ifs" running through my mind....
what if this...
what if that?
what if his lips were up against...
what if his cheek was close against...
what if he and I....our bodies pressed up against...
Yes I'm still celibate...but intimacy seems to come into my mind often...
Especially under such circumstances as an accidental 'brushing up against' or 'touching of the hand'...
I know it might not have been a deliberate touch...after all, I did accidentally drop my keys.
And he did move his hand quickly, like in a chivalrous reflex....
setting my skin on fire...
