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By Ryan Sheppard
“So, this is you, is it?” the man asked seductively.
“Yep, this is me.” the woman responded in a satiating tone to compliment.
“I had a great time tonight.” he smiled, grinning as he glanced at her body in that tight dress.
“Same.” she softly spoke, not taking her eyes off of him.
The two scanned one another, breath becoming deeper, and as their gazes met, the man released a sharp, animalistic exhale.
“Would you like to come in? It can get quite lonely here all by myself.”
The man could feel an irresistable urge pulsing through him, so much that he was compelled to reply. In a low, rugged voice, the man unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and smirked.
“Lead the way.”
Closing the door behind them, the man grunted as he clasped the handle, his eyes not letting go of her body. He watched her every move, following her hands slowly slip off her heels, then caress her thighs, running her fingers up her legs before pausing as she approached her behind. She flicked her eyelashes toward him, gaze narrowing in on his trousers, which made her fluster as she noticed him begin to get bigger. He did not say a word, simply enjoying himself, her hands climbing her body till she drew back the rungs of her dress. She turned to face him, her dress loosely hung around her shoulders. He leaned in closer, grabbing her waist till both his hands met. The moment he pulled her toward him, her dress fell, leaving her naked. She could feel him throbbing, pressed against her. His breath on her, her body on his. Heavy breathing, rapid gasps. He kissed her neck, grunting low snarls into her ear. Her fingernails dug into his back, with her body massaging his bulge. In a soft voice he spoke.
“I wanna be inside you.”
Just then, a shallow creek whimpered from the bathroom, and she fell stiff - body frozen still, devoid of movement. She leaned back, freeing herself from his lustrous grasp. Her eyes lit up, gaping widely in mindless awe.
“Was it something I said?” he asked, lip quivering on the final word.
“Huh?” her dead gaze shot back to reality, and she suddenly reaffirmed herself as she glanced around the room nervously. “No, sorry. I just…I…I have to use the bathroom.”
Her voice trailed off, speaking as her focus darted towards the other room.
“Oh? Okay…” bewildered, the man could hardly comprehend the situation.
Before entering, she leant behind the door.
“Be just a sec, make yourself comfortable.”
He chuckled awkwardly, unsure whether to smile or leave. He followed her body warily, and when she shut the door behind her, he stood motionless, unsure of what he’d just witnessed.
After a deep exhale, he strolled around the apartment - a classic chic design decored throughout - heading towards the open kitchen where he began pouring himself a drink. Selecting a nearby glass, he turned the tap, watching the water slowly fill up, though his gaze was still hesitantly locked on the bathroom door. As he heard the water brim, a single scarlet droplet rippled into his glass. Hastily, he shut the tap off, glaring at the impurity in his drink.
‘What? How?’ he pondered the thought, afraid to confirm his suspicions.
His curiosity focused on the bathroom door, questioning the silence of the situation. However, his thirst remained parched, so he put the glass down upon the marble counter-top and peered inside the refrigerator. Shelves were symmetrically organised, aligned in a strict pattern. Surprised yet slightly wearisome, he selected a carton of orange juice from the middle shelf. Crisp, unopened, he tore off the sealant; the twang of metal hitting his nostrils like a rustic poison to his senses. Stifling his nose from the lurid aroma, he shut the fridge behind him, determining the smell once more.
Upon his inspection, he noticed a picture tagged on the fridge door. Plucking the photo from the pin holding it up, he began to feel queasy; a sense of insecurity loomed over him. The image depicted this woman in the same crimson dress as she had worn earlier in the evening with another man, wearing a velvet blue shirt and trousers with a pink tie to compliment.
But, surely she couldn’t be seeing another person…right?
His brain rocked, hand slipping on the carton which crashed on the tiled flooring beneath him, spilling out into the living room. He gasped in shock, its cold touch soaking his feet. Suddenly, a voice cried from the bathroom, further rendering him terrified.
“Is everything okay out there?” the woman asked, unaware of the situation.
He looked down, around the room, at the scarlet glass of water, the photograph; it was all too much.
“Huh…uh…yeah…” his voice trembled as his words trailed off.
Now, he grew cautious, wondering whether he was going insane and just imagining all of this, or something else was afoot.
Avoiding the spillage, he crept over to the place he dreaded most, the bedroom. Keeping an eye locked on the bathroom, timid at even the slightest stir from within, he entered the room. Similar to the rest of the apartment, the bedroom too remained neat and welcoming. Although he knew now that maybe it was all too good to be true. Drawing back the wardrobe, a collection of dresses and attires hung accordingly; an erotic fragrance hit him, urging him to enter the bathroom, with a growing sensation below enticing him. Fortunately, he snapped out of it, quickly shutting the doors before he lost all sensation. Pulling aside each dresser drawer, he found nothing out of the ordinary, more clothes and oddities. When he stumbled across the underwear drawer, he nearly collapsed. Even though he was afraid, suspicious and rather hesitant to be sneaking around, he was throbbing harder than before.
Should he have just returned to the living room and taken her as he said prior?
‘Screw it.’ he was indecisive, but one thing he knew for sure was that he couldn’t hold back any longer.
He readied himself as he left, stuffing a black-lace panty into his palm and returned to the other room. When he reached the cusp of the bedroom entrance, his gaze caught sight of a pink material, silk and tasteful. Gorging in pleasure, he found himself indulging in this discovery, anticipating another sexual stimulator. He pulled the pink material aside, unravelling it from the bedside. Yet the pleasure was inhibited, stopped when he noticed it was a tie, a pink complimentary tie. A fragrant odour diffused from the tie, intoxicating him, yet his mind traced the stains plotted along the stem. Viscous and rouge, splotches of dye marked the tie. His confusion reignited once more, causing him to falter.
He stumbled out of the bedroom, hurriedly traipsing to the front door. Fumbling with the lock and handle, a voice caught him by surprise.
“Where are you going?” the woman eerily spoke.
His head shook as he turned to face her. His eyes lit up, one hand holding the tie, the other grasping the panty; observing the woman, who stood in front of him, completely naked!
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