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July 31, 2003
I did have a few moments to be lost in fantasy at work yesterday.
The first issue I had was to find the location of the blond in the auditorium. I didn't actually see her until more than half way through the presentation.
She looked at least as bored as I felt. Stupid thinking there would be a perfect time for I don't know what. It's never the perfect time... until the moment is gone.
Seared in my memory is her pink sleeveless t-shirt emblazoned with the word SPICY. Doubtful I'l ever know at this point.
The other thing that made me thoughtful was DW's post about scent and fragrance. Anyone around me who smelled of cinnamon and clove would be in danger of attack. You know what I mean.
The first girl I really lusted for wore something called Cinnabar. It's not very today, nor was it even then—but it made my nose notice in the most profound way. I cannot tell you how wonderful that scent is to me. That fragrance and a lusty come-hither look will make my brain suffer a shortage of blood—as my body prepares for a more physical next step.
I don't know how other boys feel about it, but this boy can be put under quite a spell with scent alone.
I would not be able to control myself.
Damn!
[+] Posted by Sinner, who was transgressing at the time (July 31, 2003 7:25 PM) by revealing evil. [+]
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