They can kill a man’s aspiration with a discerning glance or put an end to a suitor’s advances by ignoring his confessional heart. This is what the man thought as he walked beside the statuesque beauty as she ate another of the small chocolate truffles taken from her purse. Her hair shimmered like a sea of black silk which draped her back, waving and cresting with each step. The suitor grew anxious because she had yet to respond to his request. As crude as it was he wanted to fuck her right there. His hunger for the woman began on the day he discovered the pleasures of sex. Nearly three decades he’d longed to plunge his hardness between her thighs until she received every inch of his love. He became highly aroused thinking of the euphoria of being gripped within her vaginal pillows. His basest thoughts were ravenous cravings for a woman who unknowingly captured his heart, yet married another. They walked below the edge of Admiral’s Bridge, directly over the former Oreto riverbed. The Sunday morning air was comfortably warmer as spring settled in.
