Introducing Mr Tumnus

At the railway on Friday I caught the eye of a man, medium height, small beard and short hair cut, I think he might have had a tattoo or two as well. Anyway catching his eye was fun and it was his eyes that attracted me, they seemed very warm and inviting....anyway before I knew it he was over and chatting away telling me how he had just had a hair cut that very day and how it had been down as far as the bottom of his back and was now all short.

It turned out that this man, Jason, is a bit of a biker who is married as well as being a Team Manager of a Social services team in that looks after children with Autism...but as well as that he describes himself as a 'hedonist'...we had a brief conversation about that description might be one that gives him permission to behave badly or not and I do remember vaguely how he was telling me that most people come unstuck when they get involved with him...so given that why did I give him my email and mobile number??

God knows his warning rang familiar alarm bells with me and the whole horribless of Craig came flood back with his warnings that 'I really wouldn't like him if I got to know him better'..and later how his warnings came true.

Anyway I have spent a couple of nights thinking about this little man I have come to secretly call Mr Tumnus...with all the promise of being led into the land of the wardrobe and having fun and the worries about what might be hiding further in and just how cold things can be when it all goes wrong.

I know its wrong but I am excited about this, already my stomach is gurgling away, a familar sign of extreme stress of excitement with me and there is a big part of me enjoying feeling alive again.

His email arrived last night full of compliments about how sexy I was and how my perfume lingered on his clothes so he became aroused again on Saturday morning when he smelt them....mmmm thats nice.

I'm at my optimum power at this moment...there is all the promise that I might go along with his dangerous game and he does feel very dangerous and if I comply I lose my power and sway...so what to do? The sensible person would say stay away, don't go near him with a barge pole but the part of me that is feeling alive, desirable and sexy for the first time for ages wants to go ahead and see how the 'game' panns out....so having said that I've already replied to his email...the ball as we say is in his court.