Desire: Man Without a Beard

Sophie sat in her favorite coffee, surrounded by the soft melody of the background conversation and the tempting scent of freshly brewed beans. That sunny Tuesday, she noticed him for the first time — a man without a beard, whose flawless face was shining in a warm light and his penetrating blue eyes captivated her. He sat alone at a table, his hands moving gracefully as he flipped through a book. Sophie couldn't help but watch him. What prompted him to opt for a no-frills look? Her fantasies began to bubble up. Thoughts of exciting nights, passionate touches and the warmth of his skin bouncing against hers. She took a deep breath. After a few minutes, he noticed her and smiled slightly, a seductive smile that made her heart beat faster. At that moment, she knew that she had to talk to him. With a bold step, she crossed the room. “Hi, I'm Sophie,” she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. He looked up, his smile widened and became warm. “I am Lukas,” he answered, his voice deep and inviting. The conversation ventured into new, unexplored regions. Every joke, every suggestion made Sophie's heart beat faster. The space around them seemed to disappear as they got closer to each other. He suddenly leaned slightly across the table, his eyes sparkled with desire. “And what brings you here, Sophie? ” he asked with an undertone that took her breath away. Her curiosity grew. What would be next? A smile flitted across her face. “Just wait,” she breathed confidently, and in that moment she knew that this was just the beginning. The tension between them was palpable as time seemed to stand still and the coffee ware faded in the background. Her thoughts were lost as her hands almost touched each other — on the verge of unleashing a hidden desire. What would happen next while the space around them was filled with exciting expectation?