She creeps into my mind like a gothic succubus who wants to carefully devour me. I understand now that I'll never be the same man again after being exposed to the sexual magic of a Sorceress.
My name is Dave and I had the most erotic and unusual experience of my sexual life recently. It was a Saturday night like any other and my plans always revolved around drinking with some buddies. We met at our usual table in the dim light at McCray's Irish Pub. I downed a few brews and was feeling comfortable when I first saw her.
She was a stunning brunette with piercing light eyes and sideways cocky smirk. Her hair fell way past her shoulders, which were bare in her tight velvet black dress. A small silver charm hung from her delicate neck and shined brilliantly against her pale skin. Her attitude was evident in her pose on that bar stool... it was both inviting and intimidating. Her slender legs from beneath her skirt dangled a few inches above the floor. Her black chunky pump shoes made the statement of "I can walk all over you little boy". So still that she sat there, I almost thought she was a mannequin.
I blinked repeatedly and tried to scan the rest of the people at the bar, but somehow my eyes fell back to her automatically. She stared back at me, as still as could be. My friends took quick notice of my noticing her and made a few rude gestures. Friends with beer have a way of applying pressure, and before I knew it I was heading toward her.
Her foot for the first time bounced against her crossed legs so I knew now she was real. I could feel the beads of sweat building at my temples as I approached her and said "Hello".
I'll use a pick up line, works every time I thought. "So uh what's your sign pretty eyes"? I asked like a dope.
"Scorpio, the sign of sex and why do you ask"? She replied with a dead serious stare.
"Oh uh, well... I guess I guess I am not good at pick-ups. My name is Dave and I just thought you had gorgeous eyes. Figured I would come over and maybe we could talk." I sounded so sincere.
"REALLY" she said with wide eyes and enthusiasm. Then she grew dead silent.
Now if you are a guy you already know how a woman can blow you off and treat you really cold. They make it obvious and I don't wait around for the bitchy comment from them - I bolt right away. That's not how she made me feel, she made me feel like she was challenging me to stay there. I didn't move and we stood there in silence.
So as nervous as I was I started to babble endlessly which is a trait I hate about myself. She lit a long cigarette and began looking me up and down from head to toe. It left me with a weird feeling while she did it, I felt like women must feel I guess when men eyeball them. It was odd but only made me babble more.
She interrupted me, "So Dave you said your name was, I am Pagan. You will do nicely for me tonight so take me home now". She lifted a little chain purse off the bar and just headed toward the door abruptly. What the hell was that?
What would you do in my shoes? My friends are all watching and the hottest chick in the bar just told me to take her home. I ran after her like a horny dog thinking about how I was going to bang her until she couldn't walk straight. I ran after her like a stud chasing down his poon-tang. I ran after her like a little boy chasing a toy and I heard my friend laughing hard in the crowded bar.
