German Chocolate

There he was. I stood there stunned and perplexed. I couldn’t fathom a more handsome man. I felt a tingling inside of me, and down below. I saw him jogging by, his hair, his luscious pecks glistening with sweat in the sunlight as he ran with his dog, which I found to be extremely sexy – a man that stays in shape and exercises with his dog. It was as if he were purposefully doing this in public. I’ve seen women’s heads turning at the sight of him.

Whatever he did, it was intoxicating. I couldn’t help but make eye contact with him, and I know he met my eyes; his head was turning as he continued running. Oh, his blue eyes, I can’t think of a more gorgeous man. I eyed him down. His calf muscles were massive, nearly the size of his biceps. He was running with no shirt, and tight, firmed fitting black biker shorts that revealed the formation of his nicely endowed package. Another breath taking image was the fact that his dog didn’t have a leash, like this hunk of a man was also obedient and exhibited responsibility unlike any other man. Watching his muscle bounce with each step made my mouth water. I actually believe I felt my hands vibrating, like an alarm went off inside of me, shaking me from the core out.