Hump Day Hottie

From the day I saw him, there was an immediate attraction. And for me, that's unusual. Sure, good looks always catch my eye but it takes a conversation and a look in his eyes to know if the attraction is there. Not this time. I walked past him, glancing at him as he spoke quietly on the phone in between bites of a blue freeze pop. His dark eyes were almost magnetic and when my gaze met his, I had difficulty looking away.

Every time I saw him, even if for just second, it made my whole day. His presence always seemed to rouse me from even the darkest of moods. Even a short phone conversation could put me over the edge, turning me into a giddy school girl. I even started picking out special "hotter-than-normal" outfits for when I knew I'd see him. He had an effect on me that I couldn't shake.

The first time I noticed his hands, I think I came right then and there (my hand fetish getting the best of me). I was watching him write, standing over the table, one hand scrawling neat, legible letters as the other held the paper in place. I became hypnotized, imagining him running those strong hands all over me and lightly raking his neatly trimmed fingernails over my skin. They were undoubtedly the most perfect hands I had ever seen. And when there are perfect hands, there are perfect feet. Needless to say, I did get a little randy the day I noticed him wearing flip-flops.

When the sexual innuendos starting flying around, I had a hard time controlling myself. How could I concentrate on anything else when my head was filled with naughty, NAUGHTY thoughts of him (ok, more than normal)?? Every day I would fight the sexual fantasies that crept into my head. Or at least curb them until I got home.

Now he's nothing but a fantasy but he's still my idea of the perfect man!