*Henrietta*
The goddess help me, but I'm so tempted to prove we are both made for seduction, seduction of each other. Everything about him calls to the woman in me. The way his fingers hold his glass. The way his lips secure the cigar. The slow way he sips his scotch. He would savor my mouth in the same manner, leisurely, provocatively. He would graze his hands over me, pressing where I need pressure, soothing with long, tender strokes what requires gentleness.
How tempted I had been to take his mouth rather than deliver the cigar to it. He makes me want. Desperately. He makes me glad to be feminine to his masculinity. But I also know that taking him to my bed would be a mistake for both of us.
I have had a few lovers, men I have enjoyed being with for a short time, but they haven't b
