Object of Desire

Who is this naked sex nymph I have become? This intoxicated sensual vixen? Touch me and you'll see...I'm on fire. What is happening to me? What has this man done to me? What is this tearing clothes off as we walk in the door relationship, this racing home from work to be thrown up against the wall relationship doing to me? He is like a drug to me. I must have him. He must have me.

Is lust the primary emotion in this new relationship? Oh yes, there is lust, but I have felt lust before and this is different....this is raw desire not just for everything sex, but for everything him.

How can I describe this man? Tall. Strong. Handsome. His body is, oh God, his body. Shaved Head. A Bad Ass on the right side of the law. Sexy...so damn Sexy! I have never been as physically attracted to anyone as I am to him. He is my boy toy fantasy come true.

Before you think that he is the rebound.... that this is the relationship that immediately follows heartbreak, he is not. There was someone else before him. Someone sweet, kind, funny, who gave me hope that there are still good men left in this world. Someone I made perfectly clear to that I was not ready for a relationship. I felt strongly about that. I did not want to belong to anyone. As great as he was I just did not feel that passion that is so important to me, that I refuse to live without. Before the ink even dried on the pages of my diary where I had listed the reasons I did not want a boyfriend....there he was.

He wants me to meet his parents. He wants me to meet his friends. He wants to take me on trips. I am his obsession. I am his addiction. I am his dream girl. He wants to take care of me. I have never had a man tell me he wants to take care of me. It was always I who wanted to take care of someone. This isn't just about lust.

What it is, what its going to be, I don't know. What I am sure of is that I have not felt this good in a long time...and I am enjoying every second of it.