” She extended her hand in the gesture indicating she would like to shake my hand. I took her hand and shook. She held my hand squeezing gently but...not letting go for a little longer than people normally do after a handshake. I turned back toward the painting, searching for the artist’s name on the placard next to the name of the painting which was, “The Secret”. There it was, “K. Morays”. “You painted this?” I said still holding her hand in a leftover handshake. “That’s it, isn’t it? They. Our attraction was going to stay just that, an unfulfilled attraction.Sandra never really got over almost killing me in the shower. I didn't think she did much of anything but knock me off balance. She thought she almost killed me with her "uncontrolled lust." She still smiled, petted me, and even copped the odd feel, but never again did she approach me like that day in the shower.During one of our frequent rest periods, as we fully broke in our new home, Colleen and Rebecca talked about a trip. Seconds later, he approached the bar. A rush of hot lust raced through her veins, and her fingers tightened around the stem of her glass as his eyes took notice of her.He was tall and gorgeous, with chiseled features and cropped hair. Just looking at him sent a tingle through her loins. Without wasting much time, she swiveled toward him on her stool, crossed her nylon clad legs, and hiked her skirt toward her danger zone. She jutted her chest out just enough to call attention to the front of. We had talked about alot of things for some time now and one was about what we would do the first time we would meet. today was the day so i took a nice long shower, shaved, and got ready to meet her. i was a 6'00 tall man dark skinned with long dark hair. not super fit but still with bit hard body.i put on a nice black suit with a nice button shirt and boxers underneath. we were to meet at motel bar not too far from where i lived in new york and i was early. sitting waiting for her i started.