But it's so big...

Maybe it's the moon or maybe it's pheromones. He looked so good in that track suit. So very very good.

Oso was kind enough to loan me his jacket. I had requested to borrow an item of clothing that smelled of him. I love raiding his closet. He has this wonderful scent. It's a mixture of him, old spice and cigars. It's unique and it drives the girls wild. But I digress.

He brought it over after ruby practice. The gift of the loaner was amazingly sweet but seeing him after is workout made my knees weak and my panties wet. I gave him a hug and inhaled the smell of cigar. He smoked one on his way over to the house. It was hard to keep my hands to myself. But I did. Well, for the most part anyway.

My senses become acute when he is around. He's attended a few of our parties and I will catch his laugh in my ear or smell his smoke on the wind. It makes me stop and close my eyes and smile. I think to myself, it is him. He's here. He makes me glow.

He has a presence about him. He is noticeable. Very noticeable. He is also comfortable to be around and surprisingly easy to talk to. You would not believe the confessions he gets from complete strangers. Confessions he does not solicit. And I'm sure things he'd rather not know. He is so opposite from me. Maybe that is the attraction. Maybe it's a combination of those things.