Un-Stuck

Why would I fight it? She's impossibly beautiful and her presence is incredibly intoxicating. I found myself just walking towards her without question and it felt so good, so right, so perfect.  “That's a good boy” she purred, “Let's sit in the living room and chat about all the wonderful things that might be going on in your mind.”  My mind was racing at that moment. She turned to lead me to the living room and I couldn't help but steal a look at her from behind. An hourglass figure. Tight hips that trailed into a very plump ass and toned, slender thighs. My type by a mile. The Raven hair stretched down here back to the top of her butt, sides shaved with swirling, glyph like designs across them. Sharp facial features work almond shaped eyes. Her feet were narrow and cute and so graceful the way they naturally arched as she stepped one after the other.  She took her seat, or should I say, she flowed into it and tapped the cushion next to her. “Sit with me M...

Droven: Um hey, hi, I’m kinda in a rush to get back to work. Smooth bud. Real smooth. Maera: Well, which way are you headed? If it’s the same direction, we can split it. Save some cash. Oh hell her smile is insanely beautiful. It’s so full and her lips are just… Maera: You good baby? It’s cold outside ya know. Gonna keep a girl waiting or are we splitting this cab? She’s still smiling, so you haven’t totally screwed this up yet Droven: I’m heading uptown. If you are then we can share this cab for sure. Ok, ok, getting there. Steel those nerves buddy. Maera: Perfect! Scooch over and let’s get rockin. My heart is about to leap out of my chest. How can a woman be this beautiful. The silence of the last two minutes have been killing me. Come on brain, give me something to talk about,dammit! Maera: Hey, I just wanted to say that I’m sorry if my friend was kind of rude back there. She can be a total bitch some days. So they definitely noticed I was eavesdropping on the ...

It was her hair, always her hair, that got him first. It didn’t matter what she was wearing, or what perfume she sprayed on. It was whether it was down or up, curly or straight, because by that extension he knew which one of her he’d get before she said hello. But don’t get him wrong, there was something about her fingers too. Slender, long, and delicate as they traced tiny pictures onto his chest. She was always warm after a cold day. A well deep enough that he could keep pulling from and she never emptied. But something in the way her fingers wrote invisible poems against his skin kept him tethered to her. Drifting away only to come swinging back. He could read her, every gesture, expression, every sigh. The way she bit her lip when she was alone meant she was insecure, but the way she bit her lip when she was talking to a man meant she was interested. The brief stutter in her sentence meant she was caught off guard and the small crease in her brow meant she was annoyed by that. He ...