Young Stud was a very intelligent man. Conversations with him were uncomplicated and always satisfying. He was well read and spiritual and inside his soul lived a thousand years of wisdom. Wisdom he had yet to discover yet I knew existed.
One day while I was at work, Young Stud called and said he needed some ibuprofen and being the kind, caring person that I am, I invited
I stopped what I was doing and spun my chair around to face him as he rounded the corner into my cube. My feet hit the floor as I abruptly stopped my chair from spinning. My mouth fell open slightly as I gazed at him over the top of my very trendy glasses.
There was a certain something today that was different. Something irresistible.
I felt something stir inside of me.
His torso looked amazing. His shoulders especially broad. Something was offsetting those piercing blue eyes.
He stood before me wearing a predominately black sweater that looked absolutely remarkable on him. Across his yummy pecs, a broad gray stripe that appeared to increase the size of his already strong chest.
My mouth went dry. Desire flooded my motionless body. Suddenly I found myself, well, hungry! Desirous for something I hadn’t had in a while. “What” he asked. “That sweater doesn’t suck…it looks amazing on you,” I said as I struggled to form the sentence.
He laughed and shook his head and got all sparkly eyed at the compliment. All I could do was sigh…really big.
Apparently I had “that look” in my eyes. I’d inquire as to what look – but at this point, I think it’s pretty clear.
Mental Note to Self: Seasonal Affective Disorder shall be powerless if what I have to look forward to this winter is Young Stud wearing sweaters like that one. Damn, baby, bring on the rain.