at first sight
Until I laid eyes on him, I honestly hadn't given much thought to sex.
I know what you're saying to yourself: "That's ridiculous! You were 15... we've all been there."
But it's true.
Maybe it was because I was a Gundam Pilot.
Maybe it was because I had things more important than sex to focus on.
I did handle my need; but it was merely a bodily function.... there was no desire.
With him.... it was desire.
Desire and lust....
I still haven't been able to come up with a rational explanation for it. That first time I saw him I was... I'm truthfully not sure what I was... hooked maybe?
It's probably as good a verb as any. He was just there.... and I was all over it......
And I still am.
Maybe I have the 'bad boy' syndrome. I knew he was one the second I laid eyes on him. Bad and sexy.... downright dangerous; made me hot just thinking about it.
It didn't stop me from shooting though; but I intentionally missed anything vital. Didn't wanna kill him; just stop him from killing that girl... I've since had second thoughts about that... lots of them.
It might have been the spandex, black and clingy; hugging his slender body like a second skin... or maybe it was the deep green tank top; revealing just enough of that chest to make you hungry for more.
Whatever it was: he was on display...... and I was buying.
I'd no idea he'd be so damn stubborn. Never met anyone like him before. It didn't matter though; I had no intention of giving up.
And it was worth every agonizing second... every temporary defeat..... and all the pain that came with it; cause I cracked him.
And what I found inside was more beautiful than what was on the outside.