Status: The chapters in this story are suppost to be short so don't complain that they aren't "proper chapters"
Loverman
Her
He never tried to seduce me. He wasn't even particularly good looking, not that he seemed to care about his apperance. A bit of middle-age spread, a warm smile. He wore shapeless linen pants, polo shirts and Italian leather shoes, and smoked a lot of unfiltered cigarettes. He drank house wine. No one could ever guess his real character. He wouldn't even be able to.
He wasn't one to make the first move. He had obiously made up his mind and his wife was all that he needed. Not on the prowl now, just looking.
Men only think of sex. Some will admit it, some won't, but the ones who will are rare. Others admit it to themselves but never talk about it publicly. They dream up all these steamy scenarios without making them real. He thought about it, talked about it, and practised it.
He wasn't one to make the first move. He had obiously made up his mind and his wife was all that he needed. Not on the prowl now, just looking.
Men only think of sex. Some will admit it, some won't, but the ones who will are rare. Others admit it to themselves but never talk about it publicly. They dream up all these steamy scenarios without making them real. He thought about it, talked about it, and practised it.
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