Let me tell you, it's a hell of a predicament, and I blame May Price for all of it. You see, before meeting her damn near a year ago, willowy models and leggy starlets were A-okay with me. Hell, I thought they were great. I had no complaints.
But now... well, the truth is, I can't get May and her very sexy voluptuous body off my mind. May has curves galore, the kind of curves a man wants to get hold of. They're driving me crazy. I want her. Bad. And by God, I will have her.
But so far, she hasn't made it easy for me. Hard? Oh hell yeah, I stay plenty hard. When it comes to May, nothing ever goes the way I want it to. She keeps me on my toes, that's for sure.
But you know, thanks to my fame and acquired fortune, I'd gotten used to the women coming to me. I liked it that way - or at least I thought I liked it until May challenged me with her stubbornness. She doesn't care about money or fame. She doesn't care that I'm a celebrity.
Nope. You know what May likes? My interest in art. Specifically, she likes my interest in the art she sells in her gallery. That's it.
It'd be funny if I didn't want her so much. Trying to make headway with May brings back memories of my youth, when getting laid made the top of my "to do" list. Back then, females occupied most of my energy. I worked hard on sex, and I have to admit, I had the time of my life.
Now don't get me wrong. I still enjoy sex. Hell, I love sex. But since meeting May I've realized that without the chase, it doesn't seem as exciting. In fact, I'd have to say that it's almost become mundane.
May makes it exciting again.
She makes everything exciting. Talking with her energizes me. Laughing with her makes me feel good. And God help me, just looking at her gives me so much pleasure I usually end up fantasizing about the moment when she'll give in, maybe loosen up a little, say yes instead of shrugging off my interest as a dumb flirtation.
I've turned thoughts of that day into a favorite fantasy - May out of her restricting clothes and her concealing glasses, with her hair loose and her expressive eyes anxious, filled with the same lust I feel.
I love May's dark brown eyes, the way she looks at me, the way she seems to really see me , not just my trumped up image.
But I have to tell you, my many failed come-ons are embarrassing. She takes my best lines as a joke. And when I try to convince her, she just shakes her head. There are times when I'd swear she didn't even notice my attempts at seductions.
Talk about lowering a man.
It's almost funny because if May knew how her dismissals made me more determined, she'd be appalled. But I'm not giving up. Hell no.
The local yahoos in Stillbrook, Ohio , are either blind or just plain stupid, because they sure as hell haven't given her the attention she deserves. If they had, she'd know her own appeal.
I'll give her the attention, loads of it - in my bed .
But I can't wait much longer. I can't sleep for wanting her, and I've ignored my business dealings too long. Not good, if I want to keep my fortune.
It's definitely time for new tactics. May hasn't caught on to my compliments and sexual innuendos, so I'll just spell things out for her instead.
When I'm done, she won't have a single misconception about what I want from her.
