An english entry especially for you all people out there who loooooves me but can't read me1 Yes! How privileged you are, since i don't even have a thing to talk about!

Wel actually, i may share with you my fears and excitements about tomorrow's event... Because tomorrow... Tomorrow, L gets some nerves and pay a little visit to her male fantasy, her cat-boy, her darling little ghoul, her rock-star en devenir; I named: M-A. She decided this was the best time to do it since he probably wouldn't be at work or off doing something and that his house would probably be nice... empty of all other presences... And since L's imaginary is a primary elements of her existence, this detail is absolutely important, since it can implies possibilities... Of "dirtying around".

So, if you may, let's hear about L's mental preparations for the events. Because such an important happening couldn't take place without a good deal of [sexual] fancying before.

We'll begin by her nervous arrival at her doorstep. All the while before, she had been walking briskly, of her short but quick step, getting more and more anxious as the goal of her stride approached. Finally she climbs her the few stair cases, digets with her fingers, takes a deep breath and ring the doorbell. An immense envy to escape wildly takes her as she hears footsteps stumping nearer and nearer to the door. The latter opens abruptly on a lean, handsome young man... Whom instantly wears a bright, yet sultry smile at the sight of her. She feels in heaven yet she wants to scream. Her eyes widen, like at each time she's in his presence, and a timid, funny little smile floats on her lips like a dream.

After having intensely stared in the bottom of her eyes, unclothing her with his gaze, achieving her embarassment, he speaks:
- Why, hello...
- Eeeeeeeh, hi?..
-What are you doing here, L?
A hint of her usual sarcasm drops momentarily in her tone:
-Why, i'm visiting you, it seems, or maybe it's not obvious enough?
Widenning of the appetizing smile, as he pushes himself aside and shows her inside. She follows him and closes the door. She takes a long peak at the inside, instantly indexing every details in her mind. He shows her around, walking just two bits behind her, breathing in her neck on purpose. She absolutely cannot focus on whatever he's saying, all of her senses are in alert, her mind under heavy assault of sexual arousal. A way or another, they end up watching Tee-vee... But neither of them are actually paying attention. The thought of the other fills their mindset, the presence of the other enflames the whole room. Their hands, flat on the couch, are almost touching. L feels her face burning of emotion. She tries to keep her gaze fixated on the blunt, terribly unnappropriate screen.

Suddenly, oh marvelous sensation, she feels the intense eyes attached to her, and she can actually feel her skin melt under the radiant, terrible beam. She slowly turns her head, her sight as innocent and blue as possible and, with a pleading yet helpless expression, like men affectionates, dives into the savage heath of those irises full of shadow. With an evil little smirk, he leans down toward her, lips slightly parted, dark stare digging into the dirtiest, so to say, places of her soul. She knows what he wants. She contemplates, somewhat scared, the immensity of her own desire. She feels her cheek changing color, from palid to blushy pink. So to ease his way near her, she tells her tighs apart slowly, wanting this male flesh near hers, the sensation of this aggravating warmth... Taking this sign as the final positive signal it took, his hands suddenly grabs her, getting a good feel of her skin, and pull her down. And then!...

Mmh. Unhappily, i always come to those sort of scenarios. I'm totally unable to imagine the way under another aspect. I predict some serious deceiving for tomorrow. But then!... Took under a romantic angle, it would be the perfectly logical conclusion of the equation, if considered all the deep reaching stares, the allusions, the smiles, the encouragement, and the undoubtly extremely sexual person he is. I can always hope. Can't I?...

And yes, if you're wondering, this is pure, shallow sexual ttraction without anything more needed or wanted. It may developp in something more, as the person in question has not proved totaly unsignificant yet... But! I have no illusions. Or at least, try no to. I know how crually wounded i could get of being too idealistic.

Well this is all. I hope you were served.

-L