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it was in my late teens, early twenties and I liked this man from down
the street. He was older, attractive and made me very giddy in a sexual
sort of way. Every time I saw him I was hoping I'd say something interesting
or intelligent but when the time came, nothing. Oh I said "Hello"
and all that sort of thing but nothing... well... 'deep'.
Ever since then I tried to refine how I look and what I say. I love flirting
and I would say I'm not over sexual in my everyday life but I'm not prude
either. In hind sight there was a lot of things I could have said and
the clothes I wore could have been more curve hugging. I never did 'get
him' but he has been a source of some my more seductive thoughts and a
few wet dreams.
My style now is simple, suggestive and summer fresh. I'm like most girls
living next door. Am I trying to seduce you? Maybe, but isn't that the
allure of the 'girl next door'? That you really don't know for sure if
the sunlight through her dress showing off the outline of her pussy is
on purpose or just a lucky break from the Fates.
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