woman in the flesh. I was consumed with an insatiable need and desire I’d never felt with any other woman.
I stood in the middle of a supermarket aisle, trying not to stare at her, imagining what I could and would do with her alone on some deserted island or tropical sun-soaked beach. Just the thought of what she would look like standing nude near the ocean with the waves gently breaking against her ankles aroused me.
My hands itched as I thought about cupping her breasts in my palms and sucking her nipples until they were hard peaks. Then I’d tear off my briefs, revealing my aching cock, which I’d greedily thrust balls deep into her pussy. Then we would fuck the night away. And in the morning we would do it all over again. And then we would…
“Hey buddy you taking root there or can I pass?”
A harsh male voice interrupted my beautiful daydream.
I blinked and pushed my shopping cart to one side. I gave the man who faced me an angry look. He shot one back at me. We engaged in a stare down for a few moments before he pushed past me. When I turned back, the object of my lust was no longer in the aisle. I pushed my cart down the aisle and into the next one, but she wasn’t there…nor in the next aisle. I abandoned the cart and made a swift tour of the store.
But she was gone—as if she’d vanished into thin air. Fuck!
As I stood near the check–out lines, swallowing my frustrations, the same bastard who was responsible for my losing sight of her pushed his cart past me. It took all of my willpower not to drag his ass out of the store and bitch slap him all over the parking lot.
For the next six weeks, I took countless cold showers and visited the market numerous times hoping to spot her again. But I knew in my gut that you only get one shot to grab at paradise and I’d missed my one shot with her.
I spent months losing myself in dreams where she was my woman, sharing my bed. She was the only woman I wanted to risk having a baby with. Waking each morning to the realization that she was not my woman and never would be insured my mornings started off badly.
I had a few one–nighters during that time and while each encounter took the edge off my sexual frustration, I walked away from every one of them thinking of her.
Six months after I’d spotted her in the supermarket, I was home one Saturday morning lounging in my living room in a pair of sweat bottoms when my entire world came crashing down on my head and I was faced with a decision that would forever change my life and the life of the one person whose welfare was more important to me than my own-Mark’s.
I’d had an unsatisfactory one-night stand the night before and I was feeling restless and horny as hell when I heard the front door to my house open.
“Uncle Paul! Uncle Paul, are you home?”
Damn. Although I was usually always happy to see Mark, I just wasn’t in the mood for company that day. I didn’t answer hoping he’d think I was asleep and leave.
“Uncle Paul, I have someone I want you to meet.”
Great. I had to put up with him and one of his hoochie mamas. I groaned as I heard Mark’s voice calling out to me as he moved, unannounced through the house. Not that Mark needed an invitation to visit.
Although Mark had moved out after he graduated from Temple, we both considered the house his home.
“Uncle Paul?”
The sound of Mark’s voice roused me from the past, but I didn’t answer. Hell, I loved him, but I was not in the mood for company. I sure as hell didn’t want to waste my Saturday morning being polite to some silly, skinny, model thin girl he’d met at the accounting office where they both worked.
I’d done my best to discourage him from getting too serious with any woman too fast, but he’d always had a mind of his own and didn’t listen. It’s not that I didn’t want him to be happy. And I understood his need to start a family. But he was only twenty-two and not long out of college and living on his own
I stood in the middle of a supermarket aisle, trying not to stare at her, imagining what I could and would do with her alone on some deserted island or tropical sun-soaked beach. Just the thought of what she would look like standing nude near the ocean with the waves gently breaking against her ankles aroused me.
My hands itched as I thought about cupping her breasts in my palms and sucking her nipples until they were hard peaks. Then I’d tear off my briefs, revealing my aching cock, which I’d greedily thrust balls deep into her pussy. Then we would fuck the night away. And in the morning we would do it all over again. And then we would…
“Hey buddy you taking root there or can I pass?”
A harsh male voice interrupted my beautiful daydream.
I blinked and pushed my shopping cart to one side. I gave the man who faced me an angry look. He shot one back at me. We engaged in a stare down for a few moments before he pushed past me. When I turned back, the object of my lust was no longer in the aisle. I pushed my cart down the aisle and into the next one, but she wasn’t there…nor in the next aisle. I abandoned the cart and made a swift tour of the store.
But she was gone—as if she’d vanished into thin air. Fuck!
As I stood near the check–out lines, swallowing my frustrations, the same bastard who was responsible for my losing sight of her pushed his cart past me. It took all of my willpower not to drag his ass out of the store and bitch slap him all over the parking lot.
For the next six weeks, I took countless cold showers and visited the market numerous times hoping to spot her again. But I knew in my gut that you only get one shot to grab at paradise and I’d missed my one shot with her.
I spent months losing myself in dreams where she was my woman, sharing my bed. She was the only woman I wanted to risk having a baby with. Waking each morning to the realization that she was not my woman and never would be insured my mornings started off badly.
I had a few one–nighters during that time and while each encounter took the edge off my sexual frustration, I walked away from every one of them thinking of her.
Six months after I’d spotted her in the supermarket, I was home one Saturday morning lounging in my living room in a pair of sweat bottoms when my entire world came crashing down on my head and I was faced with a decision that would forever change my life and the life of the one person whose welfare was more important to me than my own-Mark’s.
I’d had an unsatisfactory one-night stand the night before and I was feeling restless and horny as hell when I heard the front door to my house open.
“Uncle Paul! Uncle Paul, are you home?”
Damn. Although I was usually always happy to see Mark, I just wasn’t in the mood for company that day. I didn’t answer hoping he’d think I was asleep and leave.
“Uncle Paul, I have someone I want you to meet.”
Great. I had to put up with him and one of his hoochie mamas. I groaned as I heard Mark’s voice calling out to me as he moved, unannounced through the house. Not that Mark needed an invitation to visit.
Although Mark had moved out after he graduated from Temple, we both considered the house his home.
“Uncle Paul?”
The sound of Mark’s voice roused me from the past, but I didn’t answer. Hell, I loved him, but I was not in the mood for company. I sure as hell didn’t want to waste my Saturday morning being polite to some silly, skinny, model thin girl he’d met at the accounting office where they both worked.
I’d done my best to discourage him from getting too serious with any woman too fast, but he’d always had a mind of his own and didn’t listen. It’s not that I didn’t want him to be happy. And I understood his need to start a family. But he was only twenty-two and not long out of college and living on his own
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