EuropianBliss
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you were having a few after work drinks on a Friday evening with mates. Your casually looking around the room, admiring the latest fashion trend Sheer Beneath. Timeless classic vintage combined, with a steam orientation and subtle hints of scene, kink and fetish have women from all generations purchasing from their extensive range.
Your eyes start to wander again thinking "Well, who ever came up with the concept of combining those styles is just truly amazing" Your just about to take another sip from your drink and join back in your mates conversation and a guy walking past clumsily stumbles into you. It doesn't break on the first bounce. But you know by about the third that the bottle of beer will shatter every where.
You reach down quickly to grab it on its second and clumsy guy sensed the urgency and reached down as well, inadvertently grabbing your hand. Shocked by having your hand held by another guy you immediately look up into the eyes of clumsy man.
Piercing blue eyes, with a slightly tanned face and soft blonde curls framing remarkably defined features catch you off guard. Your instant thought is "My Gawd. He is one Attractive Man" Your comfortable in your sexuality so admiring the beauty of men is not a problem for you. What bothers you is the depths of those blue eyes.
Mesmerised, time stands still as you gaze into his eyes. For some reason your soul is being drawn into clumsy mans eyes. What the fuck is going on. Clumsy mans eyes are compelling. You start to feel yourself slip away and in that moment of surrender Clumsy mans eyes relax. The depth isn't there anymore. Just a twinkling of cheekiness and playfulness.
Still holding hands. You yearn for that depth again. It was soo long ago when you last saw something so intense..A memory just too painful. As a tear wells at the memory you look down at hands held. Holding softly on to yours is Clumsy man's dainty hand.
Your body trembles and tears freely flow you've known this feeling before. You look up into clumsy mans eyes again.
They are no longer blue.
Warmth and love have no colour.
You never understood why she left you, but you are jsut overjoyed to have him back.
xx
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Your eyes start to wander again thinking "Well, who ever came up with the concept of combining those styles is just truly amazing" Your just about to take another sip from your drink and join back in your mates conversation and a guy walking past clumsily stumbles into you. It doesn't break on the first bounce. But you know by about the third that the bottle of beer will shatter every where.
You reach down quickly to grab it on its second and clumsy guy sensed the urgency and reached down as well, inadvertently grabbing your hand. Shocked by having your hand held by another guy you immediately look up into the eyes of clumsy man.
Piercing blue eyes, with a slightly tanned face and soft blonde curls framing remarkably defined features catch you off guard. Your instant thought is "My Gawd. He is one Attractive Man" Your comfortable in your sexuality so admiring the beauty of men is not a problem for you. What bothers you is the depths of those blue eyes.
Mesmerised, time stands still as you gaze into his eyes. For some reason your soul is being drawn into clumsy mans eyes. What the fuck is going on. Clumsy mans eyes are compelling. You start to feel yourself slip away and in that moment of surrender Clumsy mans eyes relax. The depth isn't there anymore. Just a twinkling of cheekiness and playfulness.
Still holding hands. You yearn for that depth again. It was soo long ago when you last saw something so intense..A memory just too painful. As a tear wells at the memory you look down at hands held. Holding softly on to yours is Clumsy man's dainty hand.
Your body trembles and tears freely flow you've known this feeling before. You look up into clumsy mans eyes again.
They are no longer blue.
Warmth and love have no colour.
You never understood why she left you, but you are jsut overjoyed to have him back.
xx
Minsen