A special man

A special man

(To you as a reader, this is not a true story -yet. I’m going to make it happen=)

We’d met for a while now. The attraction was present for both of us, but none of us dared. I’d admired you in hiding for a long time. I’d seen that great smile that made me melt, that little ass and hip that was meant for play. You were a man with a big M. You were a few years older than me, and I liked it. A…