She walked into the dimly lit room, focused on the prize that lay in front of her. Trying to make out the one she had been dreaming of through the crowds of people and excitement. She could feel her heart pitter through her thin white t-shirt as her chest raised and lowered in anticipation of what was to come momentarily. She licked her lips. Pushed her hair behind her ears. She wanted nothing in her way as her lips touched their destiny. She walked slowly, purposefully, confidently toward the bar. Only one stool remained. She lowered herself to the seat, legs swinging beneath her. Her selection, the one she had selected amid the variety of choices was finally within her reach. She closed her eyes. Giddy. Anticipating. Would it let her down? She had only dreamed of how it would feel as her lips touched. Sweet. Cool, maybe wet to the touch.
As she pulled away, having had her first taste of the heaven she would continue to play with in her mind, she was not disappointed. She wiped the bit of juiciness that dripped from the side of her mouth. She wanted more. Begged for more. She took a deep breath and went back for another taste of what would soon become an obsession. This time she opened her eyes as her lips touched to fully enjoy the beauty, not just the taste and smell.
It was over. The experience left her satisfied. Wondering if each time she would feel the same. If the other, different options would leave her feeling the same. The energy she felt only moments after she had swallowed the last of this sweetness was indescribable. She wanted to keep her new passion to herself. If she let others know, would it become less special?
This post was inspired by Momalom’s Five For Ten event. The topic today was Lust. Hop on over to Momalom for the other Lustful posts!