....a long time married man and more or less happy with the situations of my life in the past and present. Save that little gnawing in the deepest pit of my being. That craving that springs forth and gains life anew each time I encounter beauty and charm and sexy all so conveniently wrapped in one package. Desire mounts and an all too familiar confrontation between conscience and thirst ensues. Each time lust is defeated and I dutifully surrender myself to compliance with "what is right".
Then a very short time ago, in a rendezvous of chance, She happened by. Smiling, smart and witty, sassy and sexy, with hair of auburn and copper and legs that went all the way to the ground. The battles immediately commenced afresh but victory would not come so quickly in this confrontation. I shouldn't...I will not, I must...I must not, It's so right...it's wrong. The all out assault on my sensibilities continued, leaving me in a desperate state of indecision.
...and then you touched me.