I emailed by now ex this story about my expectations prior to a birthday weekend away. Thought I’d share as we carried it out a week later…
Story: I’m envisioning you with me on the Wheel of Brisbane this Saturday night looking absolutely beautiful, your Hair is up, shoulders exposed, your lipstick is vibrant and you smell amazing.
You’re wearing a strapless dress that flows down your body and ends quite high up on your thighs..
Your heels make your calves look tight and trim as I watch you walk ahead of me, Its hard not to watch you as each step extenuates your beautiful body.
We are seated in the wheel by a male staff member and you are seated directly across from me..
I’m admiring the shape of your crossed legs as the attendant explains everything to us. I can see him check you out with subtle glances as he talks, your dress is quite high up your thighs and your legs glisten under the lights.
As he nears completion of the directions you lightly touch his hand to thank him and I watch as he nearly melts, stuttering his way through the rest of the spiel, his mind obviously reacting but he’s trying to be professional…