"She's uniquely beautiful. Not only in the flesh. There's something about her which makes her rare proverbial flaws to popular opinion into something which just captivates me. I don't know why, or what even. She's stunning, simply stunning. It's like she's a motion picture. I hear the dialogue but I feel the backstory better. There's this weird connection. There are millions of women out there, even billions, and most of them want my money, status, or cock in whatever order tugs on their life strings. This one could be the same as the ones I've met or thrown myself on when I want to pretend I'm still 17 when old age beckons in another 20-30 years. But wait, sex is still important, but I need someone that I love. I want someone I can both make love to and have kinky sex, at the same time if possible... anything to do with ceiling fans, bungee straps, and casually spread vegemite.... ooooo.. vaggg geeehhh myyyy t... yum
Screw it, I'm changing aisles and perving on her another 100th time through the gaps in the breakfast cereal. God I hate breakfast cereal....oooo... look! She's sneering between the corn flakes and raisin bran. She's acting like I'm a major headcase or downer. She never dropped eye contact the whole time before and I'm wearing my favourite pair of jeans. My arse is so so, but these jeans are the best. I wish I bought another 3 from the same brand, different cuts and colours. I'd look good more days per week. Oh, shit... she's in the toilet tissue aisle now! Should I
bump into her
again when she's contemplating fragrance free or hypo-allergenic?
Crap, did she just perve on me or is she reacting to the overriding smell of chlorinated cleaning products and it's actually a scowl??
They're still beautiful lips, whatever they're doing.