he was hooked

Desires...wants...needs...fantasies...wondering what it would be like to indulge in a naughty session with someone one would never have imagined to be a probability.

Not in ones nature to step out of  societal boundaries where, even browsing the net , out of curiosity, wanting to know what sensuality and sexuality, could really be like...sends a shiver down ones spine.

The taboo of ogling ladies...yes ogling...for, in his mind,  there was no difference to so called admiring and ogling. In both cases the appreciation of the beauty of the female is what its all about.

Yep. 

Ogle sounds lurid and ugly...to him...it simply was the same thing.

He found himself wondering what it would be like...nothing out of the ordinary...no expectation of sex...simply having her please him with her touch, with her closeness, with her feminine gentleness and underlying all of that, the heat of the sexiness of a woman whose breath knew to send shivers down his spine, his scrotum tightening and the madness of trying to control his penis from becoming a stiff and obvious shaft....

It was the thought of a moment so intimate and sincere in its share...with a total stranger...leaving an imprint on his inner self that had him considering picking up the phone and dialing the lady he had been looking at for some time.

Nerves held him captive and he procrastinated lest he brought upon himself something he would have no control over...it was the fear and uncertainty that it may not be all that he imagined it would be.

But, there was something in those pictures of hers...he knew it was insane,,,she just felt safe...welcoming and mysteriously intriguing ...it felt as if she would know what he wanted for, he was a man of little words.

He did ring...she did answer...it was more than he had thought it would be.

He had sighed and knew....he was hooked.

RB.