From the moment I was first introduced to Maggie I thought she was hot. She was sexy, funny, and intelligent and had fantastic huge breasts. Infact, her breasts were so big they looked out of proportion with the rest of her tall thin body; but they were still fantastic looking huge breasts.
Maggie was opinionated, clever and very loud. She talked fast and knew a lot of information about a lot of different things. She had an opinion about everything, and she stated them all confidently. And although some people were visibly put off by her cleverness, it didn't worry me, because I was immediately smitten with her, and I thought every word that poured from her sweet sensual lips was simply compelling.
Equally funny and intelligent people always tend to win my attention over others in a group. I am first drawn by their sense of humour, their wit and their ability to make me laugh. Having done that, I am then captivated by a frankness and genuine honesty, their vitality, and joy for life.
It isn't long before I become fascinated, hanging onto their every word, forgetting all others in the room: and finally I become transfixed, caught in a spell, something heavy and yet solid; opaque; it's a feeling, and it washes over me and for a fraction of a tiny bit of a second, I think on them differently. This will never cease.
Everything they say is fresh and new and relevant to my life, and everything they do and are, are things I wholly aspire to do and be. To say I am easily influenced, would not be an understatement by any mean, to also say that I am a chemelon of sorts, changing my skin to fit in with that of those I am closest to at any given moment in time. Some might suggest I become 'obsessed' with my objects of affection (or should that be affliction?). If this is the case, then my obsession is a healthy one, not one resulting in undesirable behaviour - like, say, .........stalking.
On the contrary, my obsession gives birth to a whole gamut of emotions and thoughts, the want and the need to be with this exciting, fresh and new personality; to see what makes them who they are, what they do in their lives to make them how they are, to dig into the crux of their lives and become one with them. I want to know how they became this clever, funny, highly articulated being. I want to find that essence that makes them who they are, the magic ingredients they mix to make their lives as passionate and as sexy and as captivating as they appear to be.
I want to be with them, listen to them talk, watch the way they behave in public, observe them professionally, have coffee with them, get involved in deep and meaningful conversations with them and become their new best friend.
Of course, the idealistic side of me always wants eventually to become lovers with them, because after all, it is their charm and charisma, their essential self that I find incredibly sexy and completely irresistible. To be able to get into this person on a far deeper and intimate level - to make love, to have sex - would be the ultimate.
Of course, I don't immediately jump to thoughts of sex. That takes time; admittedly not much though. First I want to feel and find and explore my way around their minds and brains, and then their souls, and once I have peeled off those outer layers, only then do I begin seeing them in a different light. Not only do they become naked and open to me, they become sexual, sensual, desirable in a manner that goes beyond my obsession for them mentally, and becomes a powerful all encompassing form of lust and passion.
And that is how it happened with Maggie. I met her through mutual friends at their BBQ one sunny summery Sunday afternoon. It had been a really warm day, and now, at dusk, a gentle breeze offered itself to us. Our host was taking good care of his guests, making sure our plates were filled with food, and our glasses always atop with drink; mine of choice, champagne. Maggie too I noticed, was drinking champagne, and lots of it.
I could hear Maggie's voice ringing out above all others that afternoon, actually, it was her laugh more than anything. She had a marvellous hearty laugh which was accompanied by either a simultaneous clapping of the hands, or her head being dramatically thrown backwards - when she was really excited, she would do a combination of all. Watching her laugh, always made me laugh - she had that infectious and contagious quality about her.
I was drawn to her that afternoon not only by her laugh, but that she was debating with others over an issue close to my heart - the environment. I had worked professionally in this field, and therefore new enough to be able to put my 'two cents' worth in. Together, Maggie and I took on our adversaries in a fierce competition of will, skill and knowledge, and at debates end, we were unanimously declared the winners - jubilation and adoration abounded for us. Maggie grabbed a full bottle of champagne, popped the cork, topped my glass and gave me a big congratulatory hug, "Come on girl, lets go outside and celebrate our victory!" she squealed.
