An unwise woman once said that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. She was wrong. A truly wise woman knows that the way to a man's heart is through his dick.

I don't know what it is about this man that makes me melt into a puddle.

Not tingling as much as a rapid-burning desire and longing. I want him to f**k me. Right here. Right now.

It was clearly chiseled by God because Michelangelo couldn't have sculpted something so perfect. And I can't wait to run my tongue over every inch of it.

This time, when I look into his eyes, I see a gleam of mischief. And that's f**king exciting.