A Cold Winter's Night!

Her Burberry jacket was slightly open as the crisp London wind dictated our next move, but yet the evening was perfect. My Touch Fragrance was a bit off, but still in tact as the scent survived my nervous sweat with an evening in the presence of a woman with such class. The water gave a cool and calm vibe to what was seemed to be a rushed and stressful day, but seeing her after closing bell was just the medicine I needed.

With a corner of Bandy left in my cup, I took a last sip to try and warm my insides and not be a bitch by asking to get out the London chill and just enjoy the moment. Her eye lit up the avenue as every sparking color from the distant lights was so clear in her eyes. She asked what I was looking at and I told her I just needed to get lost just for a moment. Her lips gave look to a soft and incredible texture, which I never laid eyes on before. She gave me a soft kiss and thanked my for a wonderful evening.

Then I sadly asked if she had a curfew or was it a special need to be indoors. She told me no and wanted me to come inside for some more conversation in front of the fireplace because this London air was killing me. She must have saw it in my eyes, so I took her hand and we walked by the guided moonlight as we made way to her cozy pad, overlooking the city.

Right at that moment, she told me that I brought peace to her world. If anything swept me off my feet, it was the look she gave as she placed her hand on my chest and uttered those words in a soft voice. I was just purchased for two pennies as her local accent floated through my ears.

We quickly made way to her door and she asked what was my favorite nightcap. I calmly said an Irish Bailey Cream, and she started to laugh and shook her head and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. She told me to sit down and she would try to come up with something close that could take off the chill. Meanwhile, I made way to the fireplace and made myself useful and started to put logs on the open fire.

She came in with my drink and a lovely smile to match. She took her thumb and slid it slowly and seductively down the corner of my lip and said she was coming back.

She made her was back to the room, sock and shoes off and with a look of comfort upon her face. She asked what was on my mind and I told her that I wanted to rub her feet. Again, she gave that sexy laugh and shook her head. She then asked me to tell her a dream and I said there was no better dream than the one I had the last three hours with you. A tear came down and she asked me where did I come from because men like me are not left.

I told her to grab a blanket, and let's take a seat on the sofa and talk about everything possible under the moon until we fall asleep. We talked, we smiled and we kissed from time to time. The mental connection was at an all time high! There we sat, fire popping and the music playing soft, low and slow. I closed my eyes and she took her hand and placed it inside of my shirt and felt the raging horses that laid within. She gave a soft kiss and told me to calm down and that I was in a safe place.

We fell pray to the fireplace and the long day and gave in to the sandman as we cuddled with each other a fell into a calm paradise as the fireplace died, our attraction toward each other grew strong as we slept the night away.

The morning came and the level of intimacy was stronger than any feeling that I have felt in my life before. I made breakfast, waffles with some grown-up batter and we again laughed the morning away and as I left, I told her that she was the love that a man writes home about.