As I watched her dance, oh, she looked so hot, I thought I was going to die she was killing me, the way she moved, it was almost killing me. I grabbed her arm, looked her straight in the eye and told her, an as calmly as I could (which wasn't very calm, I spoke very low and my voice cracked a bunch of times),
"We need to go…" I almost died every time I looked at her- Oh…My…Dear…God. I'm sorry, but she just- Ohhhhhhh. Those curves, Her legs, so long, so slim, so- but then look at- but then- I was overwhelmed by her-her-I don't know. I just- had to. I knew she wanted to, too, I knew because as I led her up the stairs she looked at me, lust in her eyes, and put her index finger in the corner of her mouth drawing it down, oh- I wish she knew how sexy it was. I was almost dying with the pressure, the heat, the-the-the- the lust. The want. The need. I put my hand on hers as we walked to the bedroom. She was shaking. That made her better in a way no-one but me could understand. She was Beautiful, Innocent, Perfect. Mine. And that was when she fell.
As I fell, I looked at him, telling him carry me, I need it. Take me to bed, Please Just Do It.
She told me how much she wanted me, just with a single glance, so I picked her up, and carried her (bridal style) to the bedroom. I couldn't tell you what it looked like, what color anything was because the only color I saw was her. I could tell you how she smelled, how she was dressed- you get it, right? She was my world. I knew I loved her. At least for now. Maybe I would find someone hotter later. Then I spotted the most sexy girl ever, my ex - girlfriend.