Gertrud looked out of the window at the lingerie shop where she had been working for the past 6 months.
Her big, hazel bedroom eyes gazed at the handsome man across the street.
That man had been having his way overthere in the past few weeks, and Gertrud couldn’t get her eyes off him.
He was tall, with dark curly hair and a small sexy moustache. Gertrud would love to touch, kiss, lick! that sexy moustache.
But, awww… how would that semi-god over there even be aware of her existense? Gertrud sighed deeply…and gazed down at the pavement.
She had no idea of how long she had been gazing at the dirty pavement, when, all of a sudden, a pair of pink sneakers walked into her sight. She looked up…just a little…and her eyes met a pair of black jeans. The kind that are stretched and almost painted on the body. And what body! …or at least what legs! Gertrud’s hazel eyes gazed further up and her eyes met a black t-shirt, painted on the sexiest torso she had ever seen. She had to look all the way up.
Her eyes stopped at the small, sexy moustache. It was him!
His eyes! She had to look up to see his eyes!
Now…. at this point I had no idea whether this was going to be a real old fashioned love story, a hot-wet-steamy-XxX story, or a genuine vampire story.
I still got no idea, so I’ll end it here, and leave it to your imagination to figure out what happens between Gertrud and the tall, sexy stranger.
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