He steps inside and I stroll down the hall, aware of the electricity in the air the moment he steps through the entrance. It's like a crackling in the air. I don't remember feeling this way with any other man. Perhaps this is what it's like when people say they feel fireworks going off. I emit a tiny gasp when I note the familiar glazing over in his eyes. It's like I've just enchanted him, ensnaring him with my gaze. I toss my hair onto my back and rest my hands on the bottle of wine he's holding out to me. I sense him squirming with desire from here and then the scent of his cologne drifts in through my nostrils, a scent I'm quickly becoming addicted to. A tingling sensation disrupts my ruse and the tables turn.
I am now caught in his web.
This game of desire is intoxicating.
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Let the Demons Loose
Short StoryLucidity is nothing compared to Reality yet, what is the difference? Memories, thoughts, dreams... Recollection of my worlds. Honestly don't even know in what category this should go. Mixture of poetry, small stories, rants.
