The moment I met Steven, I knew there was something different, something special about him. Behind those dark eyes of sapphire lay strength, a rage, that clawed at my very soul and drew me to him. He was tall and well-muscled, but his power came from within. He moved me with his quiet confidence and a masculine wisdom I’d never before encountered.

We met in Provincetown at tea-dance. I was in line getting a drink when I noticed him a few feet away staring at me. He looked so delicious in his tight jeans and a plain black t-shirt that accentuated his small waist and bulky chest. The very sight of him took my breath away.

I knew immediately that there was a connection between us, and I could tell from his lecherous gaze that my tight miniskirt had a dazzling effect on him. There was no doubt he wanted me. And I... Read More