Should She

Its been a while she ponders… Does she or doesn’t she. Her world has evened out and life is pretty wonderful on her own but a small part of her wonders … what if… should she…could she… The cards keep telling her a man is out there waiting for her. He will be her sole-mate, her match, yeah… yeah… yeah, she finds herself feeling sceptical and cynical yet at the same time this tiny, tiny kernel of hope flares.

Suddenly she is receiving a lot of interest from a dating site she’s all but forgot about. One in particular sparks her interest. She remembers seeing his face before but had never spoken to him. Why not she thinks, so she replies. Something about him intrigues her. She finds him articulate and educated and that pleases her. He seems to be a man of means and that makes her hesitate a little but at the same time glad that he has the ability to look after himself.

He seemed shy at first, a gentleman and that fascinates her as others had professed to be gentlemen yet failed in actions. Maybe even a little victorian in the bedroom she thinks and wonders why she is even pursuing this. She gives him browny points when he suggested a second meeting especially when she was at her most unattractive self. Little by little she realised that there is so much more to this man. Every now and then he makes a comment that she finds arousing despite herself, making her wonder if her first impression was wrong.

She is looking for that someone that she can be herself with. Someone who is adventurous in the bedroom that she can trust to explore that side of herself with yet feel safe. Where she can let down her guard and just be. Someone she could lean on and who would be happy to lean on her if needed. This time, she thinks to herself, it’s all about her needs yet she understands that she also has a need to please.

She is a tactile person, she loves skin on skin and engaging all the senses, touch, taste, smell and finds herself thinking that maybe here is someone that enjoys the same. She touches herself wondering how it would feel when he touches her. How his tongue would feel caressing her body. Oh how she loves the sensations a tongue could produce. Her skin feels on fire, as she rubs herself a little harder, inserting her fingers imagining him inside her. She wonders how he would feel against her body and thinks that just maybe they could have such fun getting to know each other.

Her imagination heightens her arousal and her frustration. The mind she realises is an amazingly powerful tool which can seduce and be seduced. She laughs at herself but finds herself wishing he was a little less of a gentleman but also glad in a way that he is giving her time to get to know him a little better. She feels a little shy but finds herself anticipating the moment when they can finally begin exploring each other skin on skin.