Like a gentleman, I take you out for a date at a nice restaurant you've wanted to try. Conversation is smooth, the chemistry is electric. We have a lovely time getting to know one another and we both look forward to our second date.

It's late, though, and I am worried about you getting home safe. So, like a gentleman, I walk you home to make sure you get home unscathed. It's no problem at all, I assure you. The whole way, I keep stopping to kiss you, to feel you up a little, to let you know just how much I'm looking forward to that second date.

When we arrive at your place, you unlock the door and start to head in, when I grab your hand and begin making out with you again. In the heat of the moment, I push you through the door, closing it behind us.

"I don't want to go any further," you manage to breathily get out between kisses.

I interlace your hair between my fingers and squeeze, forcing your gaze to lock with mine.

"I can't wait any longer. I need you now."