I’d guess a lot of people would term this a true story….
He grasped me firmly but gently just above my elbow and guided me
into a room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone.
Now this was what I was hoping for when I booked my romantic vacation !
He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice close to my ear: “Just relax.”
Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused
hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my
calves slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat. I knew I
should be afraid, but somehow I didn’t care. His touch was so
experienced, so sure.
When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and
partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing fingers
caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my firm, full
breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply. Probing, searching, knowing
what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my
tingling spine and into my panties.
Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and
expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A man
not used to taking `no’ for an answer . A man who would tell me what he
wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say … “Okay, ma’am,”
said a voice. “All done.”
My eyes snapped open and he was standing in front of me, smiling, holding out my purse.
“You can board your flight now. Next!”
His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.
He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.
He has published several books about his adventures.
For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.
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