He only did one thing well…
With a single word, he enters her life. He promises her the world, its taste, its smell, its desires. With endless words and caresses, he charms her, now she wants to know… to feel…to be…more. He pulls her into his web, she is his willing prey.
With every touch, taste, nip, pull, push, lie, slap, thrust, thought he tramples her heart, moulds her into his creation. She now longs and breathes for him. With nothing left, he discards his new conquest, sitting on her chest, while she lays on his bed, for she is now his – a damsel far in distress. A dame with no name, in a game where she is game. A toy that never was his favourite, but will never know the touch of another.
She now knows nothing…only him, her purpose is to please him. Her plan is ready, the date is now, the weight she feels on her chest, will only last for a few moments more. “This is it.” she smiles as she leans back. The air is bliss, she feels his touch as she floats, her mission now complete, everything turns to black. She is forever his.
…he is The Perfect LadyKiller.
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- your post must be dated October 13, 2013, or later
- submissions must be 750 words or fewer
- submissions must be fiction or poetry, including fictional accounts of true stories
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