I don’t know if I have ever been as consumed by lust as I was that Sunday afternoon. It was a hot, humid day, overcast, about 80

She had the most beautiful face, the biggest smile, a voice for phone sex, a large nose, and a lovely laugh. Her skin was pale, her arms thin, her hips wide, child bearing thighs. She wore this white crocheted halter top, tied around her neck and back like a bikini top. She had these long white pants that she wore high over her belly button, showing about three inches of her midriff. And she wore these slip on white sandals, showing off her beautiful, flawless, unpainted toenails; her fingernails were also plain, also flawless.

As soon as I saw her - as soon as I greeted her - she made me as hard as I’d ever been. Her flawless smile, her taking my hands, her soft touch, everything about her - I’ve seen bikini models, Hawaiian Tropic models, beautiful women I’ve worked with, went to school with - but never - never - have I seen a woman as beautiful, as sensual, as desirable - someone who knew how to maximize her beauty, to compete with other women, who knew just how to make men hard, make them come - and yet at the same time be oblivious to it all.

How badly I want her.