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I had my reservations. They were in a far distant though. I didn't abhor the idea of letting him see me either, and so in that mixture and concoction of thoughts, I made a sigh, more of a whisper to be exact, and exclaimed: "Whatever happens... " and so I had sent him my latest caption, well, the latest of the 'near sensual class' (that coined phrase is aimed at depicting an erotic appearance)-- I wanted to impact hard, first impressions they say.

As it turned out, he was vastly excited, impressed I should say. He remarked about my calm demeanor, and feminine disposition. How inviting I seemed to be. He told of a sharp desire to touch my skin, to feel my soft lips and look deep into my eyes. He had particularly taken note of my thighs, and in his response, I saw a lusting man. But seeing as we were thausands of miles apart, this inability pierced through his fanciful wishes, and left him a disappointed man; helpless, and at best, imaginative.

A man had fallen in love, perhaps, but by all standards, someone was strongly lusting.