It takes a few seconds for recognition to form in those pretty eyes of hers. We’re roughly thirty feet away from each other, but I see the twinkle that forms in her eyes as she stares back.
It’s then I remember with perfect clarity I’m not immune to her beauty. Neither am I immune to attraction.
Attraction at its finest stirs deep within the soul and entices you to explore. It entices me to think of what she is. A beautiful woman I would love to explore to see what pleasures that body of hers would delight in.
The longer I stare the more I imagine what I could do to her.
But I’m not here for that. I’m not here to think with my dick.
However…
I know how to play this. I’ll just be a bastard for it.
Sorry bellezza, I might want to taste you, but this isn’t about you…
I want your father’s head in a box.