About a year ago I had a fantastic encounter with a very beautiful married woman named Paula.

I was at a holiday party at my brother’s house when I saw her. Paula and I had met once before, but we didn’t know each other very well.

She arrived without her husband, who planned to show up later. She wore a lavender dress that came only to mid-thigh. It was a terrible distraction as I tried to carry on a conversation with my gaze continually drifting down to her luscious legs.

I was smitten. Her eyes sparkled when she spoke, and she proved as fascinating to listen to as she was to look at. She asked for a drink and I dashed off to get it, racing back to her side for fear that someone would be sitting there when I returned. As I handed her the drink my fingertips brushed her hand. She realized... Read More