Thread: Write Me a Story (SomethingEsoteric & Bimbo_a_la_Blonde)

There it was, that look, right there and god was it ever enticing! it was like a curl of smoke in the air, like a sketchy line of promising powder, like amber liquid in a sweating glass, eyes made vulnerable by arousal for Clarissa was intoxication to the addict, weakness to the predator and the fact of the matter was she was just a lush and a glutton as all those listed. it would be against her very nature not to leverage this, You have. She said without a single reservation, without the slightest bit of doubt as if she could stare into her very soul and pull out truth, at least in this variety. after all, it was more than just a job all this. She grinned smugly and leaned toward her, It was amazing my first time, she confessed shamelessly, one of her eyes squinting slightly, ruefully, My cousin, not blood related not that I would have much cared if she was as unhealthy my obsessions could become at that age. Clare licked her lips and stared off wistfully like she was about to tell a story of a far more bright and wholesome nature. I always knew she was bad , the word given with a certain playfull exaggeration and air quotations, -I never thought shed sleep with the help another girl no less. Back home, all the rooms were linked more or less, fire walls and old walk ways from when theyd been a plantation home yknow, for that other kind of help. The tone she used to express disgust for the whole oppressive ordeal that came before the much less demeaning help they had, I used to love to sneak about in these crawl spaces or scale the balconies I swear they saw me there, through the window, watching them, watching the young Latino woman with her fingers rotating about my alabaster skinned dove Heidi, her cousins name said with so much affection and longing, It was like every thought I had they could hear and as willing as they were to listen to my fantasies they too were willing to fulfill I felt powerful and inflated of course, I was just watching, of course they didnt know I was there, of course if I were to poke my head through that window and ask she kiss her neck or nibble upon her ear theyd both scream and jump from their skin, Clare chuckled and rolled her eyes, one of her hands curling about her throat and caressing it gently, but, yknow I still felt it and I wanted more, I wanted to feel more. Hmph, Clare bit her lip and stared upon Amber once again, It wasnt enough. just watching. So, when they were finished my cousin asleep and the young woman gone back to her familys home I stole my cousins undergarments. heh my first sexual trophy, first of many I might add. I wanted to crystalize that thrill in my life for the rest of my days still have them even now. I take trophies from all my sexual conquests. Some people hang up awards and diplomas, portraits and news-paper clippings. Id like to think I have more refined taste... Sitting in my room that night, scrapes on my knees and shoulders from crawling through Heidis window and back out again, I touched myself as if I hadnt been the whole time I watched, my trophy held tight in hand Im not going to say that was when I decided I was perfect to tell people just how they could best be pleased nave as I was really believing I had willed them to be so sensual and skillful in their act, but I did know once could never be enough.