I met a young woman the other day and even without the undressing her up in my fantasies - which I gentlemanly and with some difficulty manged to refrain from for a while - she was appealing to the eye and seemed to possess some skin-soothing qualities, too.
I thought she fancied me. But then I spoiled (or rescued?) it all by moving closer to her and getting straight to the hard core stuff: "Honey, my favourite is the missionary position."
*Maybe I was wrong. I'll never know now, because I got the hots for her soul.
