Her position from the chair in front of me changed to the one in between my legs. She was on one knee. Her nimble fingers unattached the buckles of my shoes and removed them from my feet.
She was slick. "You can't do this." I mumbled while she walked my shoes next to her chair and sat them down. She then returned to her one knee. A fluttering kiss had been placed upon my stomach.
"I have a fiancee." She stopped with a scoff and stood up. A light chuckle escaped her lips.
Her arms flew to the top of the chair where she rested her smooth hands. Just like before , I was caught facing the middle of her body once again. She rose my head up by my chin to look me in my face.
Out of all the ways in my position I could feel like I was trapped, having her hold this seat was the breaker.
Back in high school she used to do this. Not often , but enough to make me continue to want her. It was her way of telling me to shut up or putting her foot down making her in charge.
That's exactly how it felt now. She was so suave. Her movements , thoughts, posture was suave.
"You're lying to me dear." She cooned amused.
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The Way It Is
Short StoryA young woman was kidnapped by an unsuspecting character and found herself reminiscing of many things from her past. Will she be able to walk away from this situation the same as she was yanked into it? A short story by K.00
