Trouble

I noticed him immediately, of course. He is the kind of man who spells trouble for a girl like me. Charming and sexy, easy to talk to and an eye for mischief make him all but irresistible. And being surrounded by people all the time made him all but untouchable.

He's the kind of man that, if you do get him alone, you really should make the most of it. Undo all the buttons on that shirt and trousers he'd rather not have been wearing anyway and unwrap him like a present. Take him by the hand and lead him to the bed so he can lay there and watch while you strip for him. Stretch yourself out on the bed next to him and pull his body tight against yours. Look in his eyes and tell him he can have you any way he wants and seal it with a kiss. When he realizes the lateness of the hour and tries to leave, wrap your legs around his waist and beg him to please fuck you just one last time.

None of those things actually happened. Instead we sat on the sofa talking and listening to music until the small hours of the morning and then I walked him to the door and he was gone except for the vague scent of him still on my shirt. I ended up falling asleep wearing it, but not before wearing out the batteries in the pocket vibrator I carry around with me everywhere for just this sort of emergency.