I was chocked by the beauty in his voice. I had my back turned to the stage so I didn’t really see him. Instead of turning around I closed my eyes, ...esmerizing with the magnificence of the melody. After 5 songs he stopped and spoke with a deep husky voice. It was different of his singing voice but equally beautiful. It was only then that I turned around, and found an incredibly attractive guy with closed eyes singing and playing on his guitar. He had dark black spiky hair, with a natural. It's there that the tentacle emanates from. It flops feebly, looking foolish as its blindly creeps towards her snail-slow. You stand and find yourself just a bit chilly. There is a damp cold breeze, and you are clearly under dressed. A tight black bathing suit is all you have on. And while tight, it's no more risqué then some of the other things you own. Your long jet black hair has been pulled back into a pony tail. Even with your makeup scrubbed off you are still a beauty, displaying all the. I got up and went to the bar for another drink and studied Rose, she was dressed in black, black skirt, black blouse, and black jacket, and obviously as it was a funeral. She was around 5’5” overweight probably about 14 stone with black hair.As I turned round from the bar she was standing there “I’m just going out for a cigarette” she said “Hang on a minutes I’ll join you”, as I got my stuff together she walked over to speak with her husband and then came back to me and said “Come on then”. We. You still aren't convinced that I'm not a stalker or sex fiend.I am a sex fiend in a good way. I love the intimacy of the body to body contact, along with the physical act of sex. The meeting of two souls who long for physical and mental release.We talk. Seem like hours. We discuss everything under the sun. We find we agree on some but not others.After a light lunch, I assume that this was as far as this meeting was going to go. But it was still worth the trip. An enjoyable afternoon spent with.