He said."And it is ok to look." He continued. "There are always two sides of a story and some men can relate to both men and women." What about you?" ... asked."Yes, I do relate to both. And I have had a couple of moments with a man. Does that shock you?" he asked as he lit his cigarette. "Can I have one of those?" I asked pointing to his cigarette pack. And I quit smoking 10 years ago. But I was getting nervous where this conversation was going. I lit my cigarette, took a puff and had a quick. “It’s up to you,” she typed in response. Damn. I had to admit I had no idea who I was chatting with. “How could you forget me?” she typed. Uh oh. I was deep into the conversation when I suddenly realized I had once dated a “fugly-ugly” out of desperation, and a bet, way back in college, right out of high school. I stared at the profile picture. There was no way the person I was chatting with on line and the person I had dated could possibly be the same person. “I am just kidding,” I typed.. You move your hands up across my stomach then to my chest massaging along the way playing teasingly with my nipples. I’m under your spell as I gaze into your eyes. We can feel each other’s hot breath as beads of sweat start to form on our bodies. You move yourself on top of me pushing your breast into my face. I lick the sweat forming on your chest then move to your nipple. Feeling my tongue swirl around then a soft bite to it makes your clit throb. You move your hips down and push yourself. Unable to control herself any longer, she whirled around and launched herself at him, forcing him to take a step back to catch her weight as she pinned him to the wall with her lovely body. Her hands were everywhere, clawing at his clothes. His lips imprisoned hers, his hands on her face as he released months of pent-up sexual tension. Had she really not feel it all this time? They had chemistry, a burning captivation towards each other and he was singing the praises of the incompetent.