Back in the uni I used to sing in a student choir. There were quite a few nice guys, but everybody were good friends and I wasn’t even thinking of anything else. Until he showed up. We had a concert in another city and since there was a shortage of tenors, the choir leader invited somebody he knew to support us during that concert.
“So how have you been?”, he whispered into my ear after pulling me closer and planting a kiss on my forhead. I closed my eyes feeling his lips softly touching my face and slowly moving towards my lips. There was no need for the answer and in a matter of seconds I couldn’t have answered anyway, silenced with his passionate kiss.
I was standing in the wintery cold in the shadow of cathedral, watching small snowflakes spinning in the wind. He texted me he will be running late and I was dead tired after long working day. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to arrange a meet up with him. What was I thinking when I sent him that message on social network the other day?
I had seen him in that bar a few times before: broad shouldered, with glasses framing his square face and always with a suit jacket. As many times as I saw him, he was holding a glass of red wine in his hand, inhaling the aroma and examining the colour. He was doing it even when he was talking to somebody. And he usually was surrounded by women.
She looked like an angel, flying in the air while spinning around the striptease pole. Blond hair, fair skin and a gorgeous body, dressed in a long white lace dress with many small buttons in front of it. The flexibility of her body, her elegant moves and her beauty were creating an awe-inspiring picture. It was the first time when I thought that female striptease can be beautiful. It was so enchanting that I was watching it entranced, and wishing for it not to end.
It was a warm summer evening with pleasant breeze from an open window ruffling the curtain. I was running late for a meeting with my friend. We had tickets to a theatre performance that night. I jumped out of the shower and walked to the bedroom, leaving wet footsteps along the way. It was quite hot, so I reached out for the thinnest dress in my wardrobe. I havent worn it for ages, wasn’t even sure if it fits me any more. I put it on and dashed to check myself out in the full length mirror in the hallway.
One night I received a message from a guy on a dating site. I was hesitant to reply since we were miles away, but his profile photo portraying his muscular torso from the back looked quite tempting, so I ended up sending a mere “Hi”. Message after message we got into conversation. He was good at teasing me and asking provocative questions and I enjoyed playing “hard to get” game. I found out that he is a paramedic and the image of his well toned body in his uniform was making me quite excited. I nicknamed him a Superhero, who is always ready to rescue somebody and I could tell it was flattering his male ego.