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From my short story Coffeehouse Play the sexy handsome stranger and Anna have finally met at the counter, after months of shy smiles and long lustful glances. This week we are looking at the encounter from his point of view.
‘Man, I need this coffee,’ he said to himself as he arrived at the counter, wiping his sweaty palms dry on his pants. ‘Why the fuck did I wave, what a lame thing to do, she must think I’m a creep,’ his mind spluttering as he snatched a quick look over his shoulder. ‘She is never going to want to speak to me now.’
Feeling a gentle brush on his back he turned to move and make way for another, but he ignited as his body tensed with the sudden sight of her standing next to him. Controlled by images of her luscious lips, beautifully shaped legs and the driving idea he was closer to seeing her naked, his hand moved around to bring her closer. There was no fighting this feeling, he wasn’t letting her go.
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