Each time our eyes met, I saw a passion so intense as I’d never seen before and I wanted her. This should have been my clue that we were destined to...be together but it wasn’t. Somehow, I was afraid of her rejection. It was as we finished dessert that Mel said, "My place is not far from here. Perhaps we should go there and talk!" So it was that we drove our cars, me following her, to her apartment and met at her front door. As she handed me the key, I felt a surge of lust, need, and passion; I. It was earlier this month on a Saturday afternoon I was texting Priya (name changed) and we were talking casually on things. We also were close enough to exchange kisses on text (only text like :* and mmuuaahh and not even on voice calls). The conversation went on and on and there were talks about food and then she said ” I love pasta..white sauce..cheese cheese and more cheese”. I being a foodie and as I love cooking and cook pretty well (not bragging, people say this :P) invited her to my. "The ones I call 'the incredible shrinking women,'" he answered, "women who don't feel adequate unless they whittle themselves down to a certain size, like a hundred and fifteen pounds, or a 36C bra." I had to struggle to force back the laughter on that one. I knew he was talking about something serious, but the body dimensions he came up with were practically Samantha's, and it was hilarious. "It has almost taken me forever to find a gorgeous woman like you." Well I'm glad it didn't take. When it is nearly down to your elbow, your eyes automatically flash open revealing panicked green wells to your soul. You have always been embarrassed about your breasts. Barely a handful, you try to conceal them, ashamed of yourself. Your eyes plead with me to leave them be in their cotton shell, your hand holding the sheet with a death grip. I take it gently and try to pull it away softly and for the first time I press my lips against yours. We kiss softly, but full of passion and we are both.