I don’t know what it is, but I think I’m attracted to married feminines. It seems that all of the ladies that I find myself attracted to, end up being spoken for, or more often, married. It’s not that I go out of my way to chase down married ladies, but it has to be something about them, that makes me so attracted to them. Maybe it’s the fact that I know that there’s nothing I can do about it, that makes it so appealing.
I’ve described it before, where it’s not the fear of failing that really worries me, but the fear of actually achieving something that does. I guess that’s why I don’t have many long term love interests, because I would probably not know what to do, if the feminine ever said yes. The married variable, limits the possibility of the feminine saying ‘yes’.
On my last day at work, I was urged to have celebratory drinks. I decided to invite one of the married ladies at work along for it. Of late, I’ve been talking to her; I don’t know how it came about, but once I broke the ice, she was quite receptive to me, and our conversations – I would normally get stonewalled by females in the office.
The good thing about this feminine is the fact that she can dance. If there was something that I was looking for in a potential partner, the ability to dance, would probably be towards the top of the list. Crazy huh? Suffice to say, her and I have been talking about throwing down on the dance floor. I consider myself somewhat coordinated when it comes to dancing, and from all accounts she can’t bust a move.
Throughout the night, she was bopping away in her seat to the music. She was popping her chest out, like she was giving herself CPR, and as shallow as it sounds, I could not keep my eyes off of her jobblies bouncing up and down. What red blooded male could?!? So when I saw a chance to dance with her, I seized the day. Sure enough, it was only the two of us dancing, but who the hell cares? I sure didn’t.
So there we were, playfully dancing away together. At first that was enough, and given that she’s married, that’s probably as far as a normal person would take it. But like I’ve said many times before, I’m not normal. Next thing I knew, I was grinding with her. One of my hands held hers, our fingers intertwined. My other hand was on her toned stomach, rubbing and tracing her, as she moved. It was magic. It lasted longer than it should have, but it did end; she turned back around, and pushed me back a bit. She continued to dance.
She had the look in her eyes, that she wanted to dance off, so there we were, face to face, still partially grinding. I moved in closer; she didn’t move back. I moved in more, and the next thing I knew, I was literally an inch away from her – so much so that my vision started to blur. I was wearing contacts, and my vision only blurs when there’s something almost at the tip of my nose…
This happened for about half a minute, and during that time, she had a smile on her face. I’ve seen it before; my ex-girlfriend used to wear it when she was thinking, ‘I can’t believe I’m doing this, it’s so wrong but so right’. Right then and there, I thought, “I shouldn’t be doing this”. But I didn’t care. I think she came to her senses, and pushed me back, but it was a flirtatious push. I suppose that’s when I came to my senses, and started to shuffle away, back to the table.
Why is it that forbidden fruit, is so sweet?
