Linda

Someone once said that you shouldn't apologize for not blogging enough. Seems like the right approach and one that will save everyone from a multitude of excuses. Besides, the CS again recalls an insightful comment from a gentleman who was asked why he never talks about his problems? He said "...problems? Because half the people don't care...and the other half are happy that you have them."


The CS first saw Linda in a meeting of sorts with a host of other people. Though the occasion did not involve the ability to socialize all too much, she caught my roving eye. Straight long black hair, about 5'6 or 5'7, firm, tight and with her wonderfully defined lips, my attraction was instant. With dark skin and eyes, and a "look" that was refreshing from the blonde clones usually encountered in the City, Linda was hot. Great posture and poise not only made her eye-popping body stand out, but also demonstrated confidence and a certain grace. Her walk, her talk, and her legs and ass raised some eyebrows...most certainly mine.

She was of middle eastern decent, although judging by her flawless English, she wasn't born there. Given this information, and drawing on prior experience, the CS was required to inspect two areas closely: The forearms and the small of the back. Both were pretty and silky smooth...no fuzz or a noticeable thicket. If those two areas are clear, one is generally assured of not waking up with "sasquatch" in the morning.

A few glances and stares between us appeared to be the beginning of something. But it was neither the time, place or occasion. Fortunately, I had access to her number and gave her a call a few days later. And though we didn't really know one another, we knew of each other. The conversation was light but had enough flavor to confirm the mutual interest.

An agreement to a cocktail after work was ultimately reached. The CS was very curios as to what Linda was like in the bedroom...what she liked, how she moved.

This time the CS wasn't disappointed.