After a very long week of constant upheaval all I could think about was unwinding with a drink. In the lounge I cut across the crowded dance floor to place my order at the bar. As I leaned across to reach for my drink I could feel someone press up close behind me , the soft exhale of moist breathe at the base of my neck. "Silly Woman" he whispered. The room spun, all the air was suddenly sucked with force from my lungs. I spun on my heel to face him.
"How did you find me?" I whispered more to myself. Flight or fight registering in my wide eyed stare. A flicker of light and "EXIT" sign- FLIGHT.
I hurried across the floor cutting through the throngs of bodies, to the door and down a flight of stairs.
He was there grabbing me roughly by the shoulder with one hand and the other pinning my hands above my head - like an iron vice. With a free hand he tilted my face up towards him. Those eyes - so dark. I was hypnotized. Suddenly snapped back to my senses by the sadistic curl of his lip.
"Did you really think you would just walk away from me? I offered you your hearts desire, now there is a price to pay for walking away."
My heart pounded like it would burst from my chest. I steadied my footing looked at him with equal sadistic gaul- " Hearts desire you must have one first, you found me too late for that". Inside every cell was vibrating with a forceful energy. "If there is a price to pay you can take it from my body- freely go ahead"
He leaned in so close I could taste the very scent of him. His eyes heavily veiled, " You really have no idea. Your touch set me a blaze with an unnatural compelling desire that only you can quench- Now it is all about my desire and how you silly woman will satisfy it".
His teeth nipped at my ear lobe his tongue slid down my neck to the swell of my breasts. Deftly he took his free hand snapping all the buttons on my shirt open. Did I want to cry out? Did I want to squirm away ---No !
My breathe was coming in tiny painful gasps- it was like being held under water drowning with no will to save myself.
Suddenly my hands were free, I tore open his shirt raking my nails down his back.
Where were we?- Who cares? Time, space meaningless........................
"How did you find me?" I whispered more to myself. Flight or fight registering in my wide eyed stare. A flicker of light and "EXIT" sign- FLIGHT.
I hurried across the floor cutting through the throngs of bodies, to the door and down a flight of stairs.
He was there grabbing me roughly by the shoulder with one hand and the other pinning my hands above my head - like an iron vice. With a free hand he tilted my face up towards him. Those eyes - so dark. I was hypnotized. Suddenly snapped back to my senses by the sadistic curl of his lip.
"Did you really think you would just walk away from me? I offered you your hearts desire, now there is a price to pay for walking away."
My heart pounded like it would burst from my chest. I steadied my footing looked at him with equal sadistic gaul- " Hearts desire you must have one first, you found me too late for that". Inside every cell was vibrating with a forceful energy. "If there is a price to pay you can take it from my body- freely go ahead"
He leaned in so close I could taste the very scent of him. His eyes heavily veiled, " You really have no idea. Your touch set me a blaze with an unnatural compelling desire that only you can quench- Now it is all about my desire and how you silly woman will satisfy it".
His teeth nipped at my ear lobe his tongue slid down my neck to the swell of my breasts. Deftly he took his free hand snapping all the buttons on my shirt open. Did I want to cry out? Did I want to squirm away ---No !
My breathe was coming in tiny painful gasps- it was like being held under water drowning with no will to save myself.
Suddenly my hands were free, I tore open his shirt raking my nails down his back.
Where were we?- Who cares? Time, space meaningless........................
wsoxfan:
I love to write erotic stories too. You're very talented. I prefer to write BDSM relaed stories. Do you have a preferred theme when you're writing. I'd love to read more of your publications.