his Italian-looking Dutch man called me the day after we matched. I just knew for some reason that I would end up in bed with this guy one way or another. It turns out we were on the same page. On the second date I ended up on his couch. Seeing him again gave me butterflies and I knew I was screwed looking into his blue eyes. After cooking a Moroccan meal together at his place I surrendered to gentle kisses. I enjoyed him caressing me, slow Jazz music playing in the background, candlelight and the undeniable electricity between us.
[QUOTE]I found myself pleasing him in more ways than I