Smart Man

What makes a fantasy good? That you can place yourself in it, without restraint or concerns, play with the fire of temptation without the fear of being burned. Here is a fantasy with a kiss of fire and a touch of naughty, that burns as it soothes, and has you look into that deeper part of yourself and think, "This could be me" and smile.  “Will that be a problem?” I ask with a voice now gone husky. В В В В В В В В В He tilts his head and leans in a little, and I know itвЂTMs not because the music of the jukebox has made it hard for him to hear what I said. There is a sharp intelligence in his eyes that tells me he never misses anything. The smile that slowly spreads across his face lets me know that indeed it will not be a problem.          “I try to make it a habit to never be problematic with beautiful women.” В В В В В В В В В I love to flirt. I think of it not only as a meeting of the minds but an extension of the body as well. There is a way one communicates while flirting, a subtle slide of words and inflection of tone that alludes to the gentle glide of limbs and skin upon skin that really gets me hot. It doesnвЂTMt really matter what the person is saying to me—he could be reading the dictionary for all I care—but if he has that ebb and flow of sound that awakens and entices all of my senses, IвЂTMm primed and ready. His statement wasnвЂTMt that clever and it wasnвЂTMt the most insightful, but it was delivered in just the right way to have my body humming with anticipation.          “Smart man,” I reply, leaning in ever so slightly toward him.