A 100-word story …
He is not handsome, not at all. I did not see his charm at first glance.
But intensity emanates from his shoulders, his eyes, his fingers — a feverish force, impossible to resist.
He has discovered entire continents within me that have never been touched— naked, incandescent landscapes, unknown, even to myself.
He lifts a loose strand of hair, and lightly brushes it back behind my ear. The delicate touch of his tongue drops a promise on the back of my neck.
He says only one word, one soft, compelling suggestion, and it is enough.
Surrender, he says.
And I do.
Bulgarian State Women’s Choir - Le Mystère Des Voix Bulgares, 1975 * triple click arrow
👀! Gee, I'd like a cigarette. Good one, Sharron!
Love the descriptions in this story, Sharron. (Also, where can I get one of those badges?! That’s a fun touch.)