"This way -- in here."
His urgency was apparent as he caught me in a firm grasp just above my elbow and guided me into the room -- his room. Then he shut the door and we were alone.
I could feel my heart beating faster as he approached me from behind. His voice, low and reassuring, was gentle.
"Just relax," he murmured and, with no further warning, reached down. I felt his strong, hands at my ankles, gently probing, moving upward along my calves -- slowly, oh, so slowly.
My breath caught in my throat. I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so experienced, so sure.
When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and partly closed my eyes.
My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my firm, full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply.
Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and into my panties.
Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and expectant.
This, this is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. . . a man who won't take`no' for an answer. . . a man who will tell me what he wants . . . who will look into my soul and say . . .
"Okay, ma'am, all done."
This is one of those funny things that floats around the internet. I don't know who wrote it. The photos aren't by me either but by Louisa Stokes and Unknown.