I wish I could take credit for writing this, but it was sent to me by my friend George – who claims that he never reads! But he enjoyed reading this and enjoyed sharing it with his friends, and I’m going to do the same.
We don’t know who wrote this, but those of you who read or know of Harlequin Romances will recognize the style immediately; and it’s a perfect rendering -- or, as I like to say, "It's spot on."
So, on this day when so many of us are worrying about Hurricane Irene, I'm sending you some comic relief....
If you’ve read this before, I hope you enjoy it again.
Caution: Like all Harlequin Romances, this is Rated X !
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A 2011 Harlequin Romance
He grasped me firmly, but gently, just above my elbow, and guided me into a room.
Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone.
He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke close to my ear in a low, reassuring voice.
“Just relax,” he said.
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 onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder and I partly closed my eyes.
My pulse was pounding.
I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage, my firm, full breasts. I inhaled sharply.
Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and into __________ [fill in the blank].
Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and expectant.
“This is a man.” I thought. “A man not used to taking ‘No’ for an answer. This is a man who would tell me what he wanted, a man who would look into my eyes and say….
“Okay Ma’am; you can board your flight now.”