Harlequin Romance, 2011 Version

posted by Ting
He grasped me firmly, but gently, just above my elbow and guided me into a room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone. He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice close to my ear.”Just relax.”
Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my calves, slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat.
I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn’t care. His touch was so experienced, so sure. When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my firm, full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply.
Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and into my panties. Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A man not used to taking ˜No” for an answer. A man who would tell me what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say . . .

“Okay ma’am, you can board your flight now.”

My Mom sent me that in an e-mail that had been forwarded about a few times, so you may have already seen it, but I got a big kick out of it. Hope it is not too steamy for you.

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4 responses to “Harlequin Romance, 2011 Version

  1. Dee

    This joke makes me giggle every time I think about it.

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  2. Excuse me while I go take a cold shower!

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