Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Under His Gaze -- a short, comedic short short


NOT ALL EROTICA IS CREATED EQUAL...


The glow in his eyes, the depth of his gaze…

I felt vulnerable under that gaze just now, exposed, as if I was naked.

For a moment, nothing else existed in the world.

“What if I say a no?” I asked him, trying not to sound intimidated by his proximity.

He stepped closer to me. 


One more move, and he would be over me. 

Ride me, his eyes said.

Could he see my face flushed?

He smiled and made a playful grab for my hair. 

I crossed my arms over my face.

His head bobbed up and down. His lips moved but he did not kiss me; no words were spoken. He never said a single word, except with his eyes or a tilt of his head. 

But, I always understood him. I always knew what he wanted.
He wanted me to ride him?

Okay.

I would.







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    1. :) Thanks Martin -- sometimes we just have to let out a little humor

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