Please Note: The below story is one from the past, not a recent run-in. It’s something I remembered in the past, and I had it saved on my computer, so I wanted to share it with you all.
The first thing I had noticed about him was his smell as I walked past to sit on the other end of the bar. The small was unmistakable – cigarettes and confidence. Come home with me, I whispered with my eyes. He looked me up and down slowly, not hiding his appetite, as I trailed a finger up my leg to make my short skirt even shorter. I sipped the martini he had bought me from across the room. The loud bar seemed quite in his gaze
My cell phone buzzed angrily in my purse, and I flipped it open to read the glaring words from my boyfriend. “RU Being Naughty?”
“Very.” I texted back in reply. I turned my phone off, slipping it back into my purse, and stood up, his eyes watching my every move. I paid my tab and walked toward the exit, pausing only to whisper in his ear, “You look like a man who likes to be in charge.” I handed him a napkin with my address, walked out, and hailed a taxi.
I had the driver take me to the river, where I looked out across the water while the wind blew my skirt. I wasn’t wearing panties, and the wind, my lover, as already teasing me, making me wet. It was night time in the city and I was walking home alone, but I lived in a good neighborhood. Home wasn’t more than a few blocks away, and I wasn’t afraid. The wind cradle me and kept me safe while I lusted for its love.
My townhouse was dark, and I slipped in quietly so as not to wake my neighbor’s dog. The floorboards creaked, and I froze. The man from the bar sprung from the shadows, using one hand to muffle my cries while using the other hand to yank my skirt to my knees.
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