Every time she wondered by, my eyes were enthralled by her body as if enchanted by her presence. Succulent thick carmine lips, large intoxicating forest green eyes. An alluring light purple fuzzy crop top sweater taut against her abundant chest that threatened to break out. Paired with faded blue jeans that cut off right below the bottom of her butt. Drawn together with enticing long cream legs enhanced by her black high heels.
"Tony," She said, her tempting sweet voice was hot against my ear. Her long dainty fingers ran up my arm while it coiled around her slender waist. Her body pushed against mine, my hand moving up her spine under her satin skin. My hand stopped at the hem of her shirt before tracing its way back down to the top of her shorts. Her body arched and wiggled with each pass my fingers made. Her hands moved up the sides of my neck entwining themselves in the hair behind my ears. Fingers lost in the long locks as she pulled my mouth inches from hers. A captivating strawberry scent wafted from her, as my lips gently brushed along her jawline.
"Tony," She repeated, as my body grew stiff. My hand stopped tracing her back and my lips froze in place right below her ear. She played with the locks of my hair, as stood in tense silence. My body was hot, feverous, she made me like this; her strawberry scent ensnaring my mind.
"Next time, Tony." She said, as my body separated from hers. I had forgotten we were still in a public environment. I couldn't respond as she sauntered off, a temptress with memorizing swaying hips. She never told me her name, but I never gave her mine either. Names became taboo after it was found out that it was the most important piece to mind control. Some people didn't believe the discovery for generations, and some still don't, but hackers publicized the research study and their procedures resulting in many more women in the sex trade. Maybe it is just a coincidence, but you can never be too careful. Everyone is now referred to by titles, and never by their given names.
You may ask why we even continued with given names at that point, and this is a good question. It was theorized what without a name you would be exempt from the situation, but it was instead found that your title would be identified as your name. So, the idea was shortly scrapped.
I forget how I met her. Maybe it was some night at a bar, or she started as a co-worker. I have tried to think about it over the years, but I can never place the beginning. I can never contain myself around her, but despite our physical contact we never get past feeling each other up. 'Next time,' I tell myself, 'I'll do something next time.'
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I turned off the lights as it closed in on midnight. I was shutting down for the day when a knock came at the door.
"Tony," called from the other side and I immediately recognized the sweet voice, the Temptress. I didn't say anything as I walked over and opened the door for her to walk inside. She was wearing the same clothes as earlier, and as her eyes locked with mine, I felt a wave of heat wash over me. I couldn't get closer to her; despite my best efforts, I was unable to take any steps in her direction. She walked over and placed herself on the couch. As she moved past me her fragrant cherry smell permeated in the apartment. Which only made it harder, I wanted her, needed her.
"Tony," escaped her lips again as my body stiffened. She spread her legs wide inviting me to step closer. Calling me to continue from this afternoon.
"Real men please their ladies, Tony." She informed, and I couldn't stop myself.
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After the night of intimacy, I felt closer to her than ever before. I didn't want her to ever leave, didn't want anyone else to ever lay their eyes on her. She was mine, and I didn't want to give her up. Just insight from the sunlight was her panties, with a word embossed across them. I couldn't read it though, not because I couldn't spell it, but because the word was foreign to me.
"N.i.c.o.l.e. What does that spell? Maybe it is some other language. Must be." I assumed, the word felt familiar, but I couldn't know where it was from or how to say it. I instead held her close to me, unwilling to let her out of my embrace.
"Nicole." She said with her head on my chest and eyes still closed.
"Neecool?" I tried to repeat her, but couldn't.
"Ni-cole" She separated it into syllables as she looked me in the eyes readjusting so her arms laid across my chest with her chin on top of them. She was enchanting even with her messy bedhead. I forgot what we were talking about.
"What did you say?" I asked,
"Ni-cole," She annunciated the word for me to follow if I wasn't distracted by her beautiful smile. Instinctually I leaned in and kissed her gently.
"Try again, Ni-cole."
"Nee-cool," I couldn't get it right like the word was locked away.
