Then again, I might just call him to cancel our date. Girl, stop it. You are not going to cancel this date, and you have been fantasizing about this man for years, and now all of a sudden, you want to get all weird and shit; you know that you deserve all the love this man can give you. I had to face my fears because I never knew what real love was like. I mean, I knew for years what not having someone love you the right way is like, but to be able to receive that same amount of love back terrifies the shit out of me.
I finally wore a pair of form-fitting jeans, a white turtleneck top, and sneakers. I chose to dress this way because I didn't know how he wanted me to dress, and he didn't state the dress code, so it would be comfortable and casual for me. M. P. C picks me up on time, and as soon as I get in the car, he showers me with compliments. I am not used to any of this, so I just said thank you and told him that he looked handsome as well, but I said this without looking into his eyes because I already know that once I do look into those deep brown eyes of his, I am a goner.
We get to the restaurant and place our orders. While we are waiting for our food, M. P. C begins to tell me about parts of his broken heart and how he is dealing with things as of late. I just listened because it is not every day that a man talks about his emotional state to a weak woman. As M. P. C was talking, I noticed that he started biting his lower lip and that shit looks so sexy to me when he does it. "Please don't bite your lip like that, M. P. C?" I said. He looked at me for a moment with a bit of confusion in his eyes, then once he saw my eyes were cast down, he lifted my chin up to look at him. In my mind, all I kept thinking about was, will I always want him like this? I want to kiss him over and over again, press him up against the hood of the car and indulge myself in his essence.
What in the world is wrong with me? I've never felt this strong of a desire for any man before. This hunger for him sexually is driving me insane, and the worst part is I know that he knows what he is doing to me. It's a new feeling, new and shiny all simultaneously and the most exciting thing about recognizing your feelings is that your body starts to have a mind of its own. I want so much of him, his trust, loyalty, and respect. I need him around me all the time. As I look into his face, my mind is still racing with vivid sexual thoughts of him with nothing on at all.
To be honest, I only heard half of what he was talking about because my inner sex started to get moist, and I couldn't sit still for long, so I excused myself from the table and went to the ladies' room. As I sit in the ladies' room, I hear two women talking about M. P. C. They were talking about him in ways that I didn't even know were possible when it came to men and women. I mean, these ladies were talking like that had fucked him a time or two, and this strated to piss me off because if M. P. C did have sex with these ladies, I already knew that I was way out of my ledge. At this point, I am just going to play him close and be as open and honest about myself, and my intentions with him are I just hope he feels the same way.
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I am a woman on fire for the love of life and being able to reach one life at a time through my words. If I can reach one then I can teach one the art of healing one's self from the inside out all mentaly