Preface
Surrounded by other people and in the midst of light hearted conversations, I sense there is an underbelly of thoughts ruminating in their minds. They would never openly ask me. Never! However, they are curious as to if this widow ever has a libidinous thought. Ever?
The idea of sexuality bubbling to the surface in a woman my age would be preposterous, wouldn't it? How wrong they are! I am a jaguar woman.
Chapter 1.
Our online chatting began as a tightly closed bud, exposing paltry little in terms of personal information. However, every exchange seemed to build on the next. Over time, our electronic conversations became more frequent and much more sensuous. It is as if our chats were flower petals opening until, like the pistil and stamen growing tall and erect out of some exotic flower bloom, our lustful desires were totally exposed to each other.
It was then that I invited him to travel here.
Chapter 2.
I have to start somewhere, so it might as well be with the hired town car's tires thumping against the pockmarked blacktop road leading towards my home this late, sultry afternoon. Wesley will arrive at any moment.
It has been about a three-hour flight to reach me.
That is when I see the car steer through the iron gates and slowly pull into my circular driveway. My soaring front windows accord me a full view. It takes a minute for the driver to step out and open the passenger door. The tall gentleman seemingly unfolds himself as he steps from the car, then adjusts his clothing before walking towards my front door. He is certainly taking in my property's outside view.
Gawd! This sixty-something man is incredibly handsome with a shock of white hair at his temples. Those selfies just didn't do him justice.
