Johnson." Sure."He made it to the door before she spoke again."Are you - are you going to write a story on this?" I imagine so." Will you include my n...me?" she asked, panicking."I don't even know your name," he pointed out."I promise to include nothing that will identify you." Thank you - I guess."* * *Johnson sat at home on Saturday afternoon.It was a week since the incident and his deadline for the bi-weekly magazine that he worked for was threedays away.He hadbeen debating how best to. & that goes to show,right hand to my heart. I put on a show.Yelling yes nailing left cheek in my palm. Reaching for whatever aside from pride. Acute angel at your anatomy hard as a rock from the side. Exposing your soft side.Bend & twist,toss & turn .Blending the bliss, lots of burn. It's being felt,with reason dealt. Like a freeze & melt mixed. Complexity of complexion cute tan tone tramp told her friends he's handsome & he's dark. Masterpieces made on a mattress molding,folding or holding her. ...special and I'm lovingevery minute of it. Just more fuel for the fire. After a light meal and casual talk, he was so easy totalk to, we were off again to who-knew-where. I decided Ireally liked not knowing what he had planned. Anotherdiscovery let him take the lead, pamper and take care of me.To put my trust in someone and let him take me where he mayjust added to the excitement. Seated in a tenth row center box for the stage play"Cats", Jeff broke the silence, "I. The moment. Everything. You hold my head close to your chest, as I suck on your skin. Your hands running through my hair, your body writhing with pleasure. I drop down to my knees, my mouth never losing contact from your smooth skin. My hands run down your exposed skin, your sensuous sides, to your pants. My lips kiss your stomach at the point where your skin ends, and your pants begin. My fingers run along the pants, teasing you with light touches. Your hands clench and unclench in my hair.