Short Stories

Trouble.

It's been years since I've seen you, your soft, smooth skin glowed like a shimmering memory in the confines of my mind. The confines that I purposely kept locked because those memories were too much to bear. 

My naivety that I ever so carelessly let run loose. I was so young, I hate my younger self, especially now as I look back and cringe at my foolishness. Somehow you seemed so far away from me, too far. I always want you to be right beside me, where I can constantly talk and touch you without having to only dream of it. 

You were older, but not too old that it would mean trouble, which is what you thrived on. The trouble was what fed you, you couldn't possibly give it up because it's too important. You're sickly addicted to this monstrous, habitual rush. 

I don't know what it was about you that drew me in so deeply, to the point where it passed obsession, I needed to see you, I couldn't bear not having you in my constant vision. I don't know, maybe it was your dark, mysterious aura or maybe it was trouble itself. Either way I couldn't get enough of it.

So now, that I finally see you after all these years, taller, shoulders broader and more muscular, strong thighs that housed the mere climax of my fantasy, and those eyes that always seemed to floor me. 

Tell me why it feels like the first time I ever laid my eyes on you?

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I'm finally back. I've been editing one my books so my focus has been shifted to that, however I will start back writing here, especially when I find some inspiration.