sexy book time

Guilty pleasures, we all have them. I certainly have mine. One of which involves the admiration of a young, fit man’s body. I don’t ogle, I certainly don’t touch, but living in a large military town, young, fit men are everywhere. I consider it my patriotic duty to appreciate all they work they have put into being a lean, mean, fighting machine. When my husband was living he didn’t mind my…ahem rubbernecking. As an erotica author I like to call it research or at the least inspiration.

One such inspiration lives near my evil-day-job office. I work at a building that sits on a short dead end road. Across from our office is a large open field. For the better part of two years, every morning on my drive in, I have had the pleasure of noticing a young man and his dog as he jogged and played catch with his lucky dog in the open field. We have taken to waving politely at each other as I drive by, trying not to be too creepy as I enjoy the view of his sculpted, sweating abs. This man is out there no matter the weather. I have seen him running in rain, sleet, snow and lately our oppressive Tennessee heat. He is more dependable than our mailman. It always makes my day when this attractive young fellow waves at this woman “of a certain age”, my co-workers, all women, have taken to calling him my “man.” Of course I tell them that I just happen to admire his dedication to the health and well-being of his dog.

So you can imagine my surprise, when I was getting out of the car one morning and it just happened to be at the same time he was jogging by. I heard his sexy deep voice say, “Good morning ma’am.” I managed to mutter back something similar as I literally floated into work, vowing Marcia Brady style that I would never wash my ears again. Yeah I know, I choose to ignore the ma’am part, he’s military they all say that. I’m sure it has nothing to do with the fact I’m 30+ years his senior. I love living in this town, and it's my honor to appreciate all our young fighting men and yes women. It's my pleasure to be guilty as hell when it comes to being in awe of a good looking man and his active dog.