Snippets of lust... brief visions of arousal... revelations from the naughty mind of an average, everyday man near you...
I have always enjoyed Back-to-School Night.
The digital clock embedded in the wall at the back of the classroom read 7:17 pm. "AP English - Mr. Michaels" was neatly written on the whiteboard at the front of the classroom. I stood politely and friendly near my desk as a small wave of parents rolled into the classroom, strangers in the familiar world of their teen student.
I offered a warm smile and friendly handshakes as if welcoming familiar friends into my home. By 7:20, the room was awash in a soft glow of comfortable conversations scattered amongst the twenty or so adults in the room. I remember the time because that is exactly when she entered the room.
I had never seen her before in my life. I did not need to. Appreciating sensual beauty and simmering seduction requires little if any relational context in the mind of a naughty man.
I certainly was not the only one who noticed her. The Indian Summer allowed the warm temperatures to linger into the evening inviting her to feel free to wear a sundress; sheer fabric, off-white with miniature pink roses splattered randomly about, mid-thigh hem and a daring, low-cut collar that didn't seem to give a damn about covering her cleavage.