We'd meet for a get to know each other drink and talk a little about ourselves, both of us being both excited and curious about the other. There'd be flickering candlelight and a vanilla scented candle burning somewhere nearby, with soft sensual music, something maybe by Chris Spheeris, playing in the background.
I'd look into your eyes, deeply searching your thoughts and wants, only to find myself entranced in the things I'd see. We would both very much like what we see, so much so that you'd hear slow deep breaths escaping from me as I looked into your eyes. You'd see it and know that I was a gentleman, but you'd also see and feel my want of you . . . thoughts and visions of you racing across my mind and through my body. You'd feel the Spanish passion within me, radiating outward from me like a beam of desire.
You'd smile knowing that my deepest desire is to give you pleasure, but that sweetest of pleasures that a man can give a woman when it's his pulse pounding need to feel your pleasure.
But, you'd see more in my eyes, you'd feel more stirrings inside of me . . . you'd see the exquisite lusts of a Frenchman, wanting to both tease and laugh with you at the same time. And then, you'd sense the lustful and ravenous body rhythms driven by ancestoral ties to Viking blood lines . . . the kind of hunger fueled by a testosterone count of 785 coursing through my veins . . . yes, all of my veins.
As if awaking from a dream, I'd come to my senses, but only for a moment as I would quickly be lost again in your sensual beauty, captured completely in my entire being by everything I'd see, hear, and smell. Even the aroma of the Ruffino chianti would be running through my mind, mixing with the hypontizing desire I'd feel for you.
And then, in one of those brief moments of awareness, I'd ask you to dance and would take your hand while we moved to the dance floor, hearts racing, minds whirling in that first moment of anxious connection. The music would be slow and sensual, one of those stirring ethereal moments of longing . . . I'd gently, almost teasingly, bring you close to me . . . you would feel both the tenderness of my touch and the power of my want of your pleasure. Thoughts and visions of you still running across my mind, making connection with my body . . . I'd hold you closer, looking into your eyes with a deeply penetrating gaze that you would feel in the parts of you with the most longing and need. As we danced, my hands would lightly trace around yours, my body teasingly touching yours as we moved mindlessly lost in our thoughts and wants of one another.
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