The salty spring wind blew in from the ocean drenching the unnamed little cove in the northeast with its chilling mist and cold late night fog. The few moored boats creaked and moaned in protest at the building swells. I moved gently through the late night with the damp mist wrapping around me, caressing and strangely comforting.
Slowly I settled myself down into the sand, cross-legged resting my hands on my knees, palms up. My breathing slowed almost of its own accord and then, stilled.
I reached into the place where only my will was needed to exist, a will sharpened and honed on the brutal years of my childhood. I moved inside decisively now, grasping my power with the ease of long practice I felt it swell inside me, burning and twisting. I was ready.
I had seen her the night before, working in the donut shop alone and late at night. She was short and well padded with a round ample figure and bobbed brown hair. I touched my gift lightly as I looked into her eyes and saw her quick flash of vulnerability. I smiled and took my coffee and walked to my car. I decided then that I would have her. I would share my gift with her.
Slowly my thoughts drifted back to the present as returned to myself. The groundwork was laid and it was time to begin to reap the reward. I barely noticed the cold night air warmed as I was by the two-fold fire of my gift and my desire. I slid fluidly into the seat of my car and started the engine for the brief drive.
I pulled up to the empty donut shop and slipped inside, the little bell tinkling its warning at my arrival.
"Hey couldn't stay away eh?" Carol, as I read her nametag, laughed.
"No " I smiled softly " you wicked girl you enchanted me with your coffee"
" Black, no sugar, Sugar? "
" I am impressed, good memory for coffee" I would soon be memorable for more than my coffee order.
I sat at one of the small metal tables and watched her as she worked, stocking cups and filling creamers. Finally she seemed to have all of her prep work finished and she leaned against the counter.
"God I need a cigarette" she said to no one in particular.
"Well lets step out and have one" I responded, enjoying her little jump, she had forgotten I was there. It was time to help her remember.
We stepped into the late-night mist and lit up. I watched her nipples crinkle up delightfully under her company issued polo shirt and the goose flesh appear on her arms. I was absolutely entranced with her lips on the cigarette and smiled to myself thinking of another thing she would soon be sucking.
We made idle chit chat as I reached out with my power, just a small trickle, a teasing caress. I could see her eyes looking into mine for longer and longer periods of time, her speech slowed, and pupils began to dilate slightly. I knew that she was having trouble seeing me; I had positioned myself in front of the brightly lit window for just that reason to make her look into the light to tire her eyes.
I lowered my voice slightly, forcing her to lean closer to hear. We stepped closer to each other. The poor thing was getting flustered. It was time to end her suspense. I gently placed my right hand on her left hip and slipped my right hand to the small of her back and drew her to me. She hesitated a second and then our hot mouths met. Her hands went into my hair as her lips devoured mine greedily. I could feel her breath coming in soft little gasps as I allowed energy to trickle into her and she moaned against my teeth.
I began to breathe in rhythm with her inhaling her air and filling her lungs with mine. We broke apart.
