Coffee Shop Mocha
There he sat, the most exquisite specimen of man I had seen in a long time. There was just something about his look that gave me a tingle in between my legs. He was slowly sipping his coffee and reading the sports section of the USA Today.As I sat there drinking my orange juice and nibbling on my muffin, I wondered if such a man would have any interest in me at all. I didn't think I could possibly be his type. He must have felt me staring, and looked my direction. He caught my gaze, and our...