"These lyrics bring my mind back to the last time I had sex. What was it? 2 years? 3 years? I sigh in sexual frustration and think back to those piercing grey eyes. What would that delicious looking man have done to me if I decided to go home with him tonight? Does he like rough sex or slow sensual sex? Does he enjoy foreplay? Is he a grower or a show-er? I feel myself growing wet, and not because I'm taking a bath. I resist the urge to reach my hand down there and instead take another sip of tea trying to distract myself from these thoughts. However, I somehow keep going back to those piercing grey eyes." Dasia Kayne has been long avoiding male contact. She can barely remember the last time she's had a "sexual encounter." However, when a pair of piercing grey eyes has her reconsidering her lifestyle will she give in?