He froze as she leaned over him. Nights of visits to certain pages of rumoured beautiful ladies gave him a fair idea of what "beautiful" looked like; this woman before him, she was beyond beautiful. While his eyes had yet to be done with its fascination of this beauty before him, his nose caught a whiff of her scent. He noted earlier that She smelled nice already, but this was different, this was the smell of woman; a perfect woman. The scent of her drove all other thoughts from his mind, all that was left was her, not even his own self, for in his mind he was but, the air surrounding her. While he was still lost in thought, she leaned ever closer to him, so close, he proposed this must be what the first lovers proposed as "kissing distance ". He wondered what would happen if he tilted his head upwards to initiate kissing her lips. He observed her lips, they were luscious, full and very tempting almost to a point of hunger; the red lipstick carefully and styli
Stories that are never as they seem