Didn't have a clue.
...not until she all-butt THREW herself at me, that is, actually leading me - by the NOSE - to the places where she'd planted the seed, the trail of bread crumbs still moist with promise.
Yes, THEN I began putting two and two together; piecing the puzzle and seeing the connections.
For what they were worth.
...and they were worth SOO much more - at the time or, more specifically, just BEFORE the time - when I finally grok'd (but more on that later). Yes, at that very moment, as the epiphany struck me that here I had an honest-to-gawd stalker, an awakening of a very amusing - and arousing - sort, was slowly creeping over me.
So, scrambling as I did to try and piece things together, as the seriousness of the situation became evident, my curiousity, interest level - and AROUSAL - all began churning in fits and starts.
Her pictures: not bad; teasy, but tempting. She certainly was a fair looker, with almost the sort of shape I preferred. O, shouldn't pass judgement just because she wasn't a BBW, now, should I? And, since I hadn't really gotten a good look at her ass, there was still time - and the promise of good things to cum.
Her writing: now, THAT was the piece de resistance! What passion! What word smithing! She managed to evoke, in couplets and rhyme, what so many others attempted to do but just didn't have the cashe - or presence of mind - to accomplish. Yes, as much as anything, it was her words that held sway - and hooked me, not only in her poetry, but every time we connected.
Was falling for her - HAD fallen for her, were the truth known.
However fleeting and transient our burgeoning affair was to become...
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