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Those Blue Eyes
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Those Blue Eyes So, my literary agent, lol, asked for a story with blue eyes being the subject matter. I felt minimally inspired, but I'm sure I could write a better story, especially since I do love my eyes, and I'm a sucker for anyone who likes them, too. She met him for coffee. There weren't any frills or fancy exchanges. Just coffee on a sunny spring morning. They sat there, lingering over steaming mugs friendly conversation and eye contact. He loved her eyes. He found himself wanting to look into them all day. They really were blue after all. From the lighting of the computer screen, they could almost seem green. But she said they were blue with hints of gold flecks that could be visible in certain light, and so they were. And either way, they sparkled and took his breath away. He knew he wasn't her type. She had commented in passing that she was an extremely physical person, and if she sat with you for any length of time and didn't find a dozen reasons to touch you, that was a sure sign she wasn't attracted to you. And she hadn't touched him once. In fact, she seemed to go out of her way to avoid touching him. But he still wanted her. And he was disappointed that it would never happen. She left him after her cup was empty. A friendly side hug and she was gone. No words of endearment. No promise to meet again. Nothing. He got a refill on his coffee and sat back down. He pictured her sitting across from him still. Her blue eyes dancing each time she laughed. How would those eyes have looked had she been interested in him? How would they have looked filled with passion? He knew he would never discover those answers, but he couldn't stop himself from imagining them anyway. The<b> torture </font></b>of squashed hope a new constant in his life. He didn't know what was wrong with him. Everyone wanted to be his friend. No one wanted to be his lover. What she didn't tell him was that she liked him just fine. But her heart belonged to another. And all her passionate glances belonged to him and him alone. But there was nothing ever wrong about enjoying a cup of coffee with new friends. |
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Great short story....Very real. Been there a few times....and will be there again!
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Thanks! I'm glad you like it. I didn't know if anyone would. 
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Love in everything and sex sexy nice pussy, love your gorgeous hot ass
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Thanks for the kindness.
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A small blue story
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Not much blue in this one. 
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