First attempt. I need to find someone to edit for me as this one has not. Let me know what can be fixed and what is good. I'm trying to discover my style of writing, which I'm finding to be very difficult. Thank you for reading and hope you like it :)
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There was finally no darkness just the colors of light. They floated around me, whispering secrets of life. I smiled feeling the calm of the ocean on a summer's day. I felt as if I had washed ashore born of new life. I felt happy. And unafraid of what this new land had in store for me. I was here. I was here.
I woke to the smell of coffee floating through the crisp air of the AC. I smiled. Coffee. He was making me coffee.
I willed myself to stay in bed. Even though I wanted to roll over to take in his room, I also wanted to pretend I was asleep for a while longer; this moment was mine to keep.
Then I felt his hand running along the side of my body and move forward to cup my breast. He was warm, a lot warmer then I remember. I heard his breathing become louder as it signaled his arousal. He moved closer, pushing his manhood against my back. His lips found my neck, kissing it gently.
And I wondered how I got here, to this place of otter happiness. I wondered how I became his and he became mine.
I smiled as I pushed against him, whispering "fuck me" and he did.
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I remember the first day I meet him. I was 18 and my hormones were on hyper drive. They were hunting for prey, my prey to satisfy my hungry sex, which was aching for the meal of a lifetime.
I was dancing in the middle of a club. The sweaty bodies of those around me, feeding my senses and making my body move along with theirs. My friends were tangled with the bodies of men they just met. Rubbing their asses against the hard ons of those they willed to make theirs. We were all hungry.
I moved my hips and closed my eyes, telling myself this is who I was. I let the alcohol run through my veins stealing away my sober self.
I felt him before I saw him. He wasn't watching me. I just knew someone of great importance was near. I turned just in time to see him through the crowd he looked at me and smiled then turned away. My sex called out to him, but she would have to be satisfied with another.
I ventured toward the bathroom, checking out the body guard standing at the end of the hallway. He would have been considered good looking if it wasn't from the look of hate he wore upon his face. My mind lingered on his looks as I slipped into the washroom taking a sit in the first available toilet. I sat down feeling the music pulse through my body. I enjoyed the rhythm of the mix the DJ was making. It made me feel good, feel alive.
I left the washroom, walking down the hallway toward where the guard had once stood. There was a door in his place which seemed to lead somewhere of more importance then where I had been. I walked through the door closing it behind me softly and continued down a hall toward a red curtain. I moved the curtain aside to be welcomed to a room full of private booths, women and men dancing half naked for entertainment and a full bar with no line up. I knew I had fallen upon the VIP area and I was going to stay till told otherwise. I walked towards the bar taking a sit on a stood, turning to read through a book of drinks available for the bartender to make. I decided on something fruity and asked the bartender. She smiled and started using her artist hands to make something beautiful.
I watched in awe at her grace, she used her gift well. If someone were to paint her in this moment they would never be able to capture her true passion. I felt jealously rise up inside me as I knew I could never do something as beautiful as she.
"You seem to be taking an interest in what she is doing." I turn to look at the man who I made eye contact with before. His icy blue eyes searching my caramel colored face for some emotion. I looked back at her.
"She does her job with such grace. It's beautiful." I said tilting my head to the side as she poured the contents of my drink into a fancy glass.
"She has a passion for it." He said watching her as intently as I was. "But her beauty is nothing compared to yours."
I looked back at him taking in his features and body, allowing him the pleasure of watching me analyze him. His lips pulled upward into a smirk of cockiness. The colour of his eyes could haunt one from the icy depth of untold stories. His hair, light almost white blonde looked healthy, shiny and just the right length to run my fingers through. His jaw was sharp, shaven and made him more handsome than most. His shoulders were brood and powerful, he carried himself with such high importance, a man with a mission. And finally his height, he had to have stood at least 6 ft tall. His perfection both frightened and intrigued me all at once.
"What fascinates you?" I turned back toward the bartender to take my drink. I smile while taking some of it into my mouth.
"Life." He states staring straight ahead, obviously thinking about something private.