A Short Story

I reach out again, and this time, I touch his palm. I envelope his cold hand in mine and squeeze it tightly, a promise that I wouldn't let go. Not like before.

“I love how your body responds to my touch.” He whispers as he cups my breast in his

Once inside, I sat upon a soft, leathery couch with orange pillows. There are bountiful vibrant posters plastered on the walls, a bubble lamp beside the couch and a swivel chair, which Dr. Johnson pulls up opposite the glass table in front of me. After detecting my uneasiness, Dr. Johnson shook my hand and started rattling off questions.

I scowl and then relax. He wants me angry. He wants me to be unable to think clearly. It’s easier for him that way. I force my body to relax. “Are you going to keep moving that stupid mouth of yours or are you going to kill me?” I grumble, licking the blood off my lips. “I did kill your brother after

“Ah…” Looking at the broad back in front of me, I think about how strange it is that he’s being so kind to me. However, I get on his back with no resistance. His broad back is warm and comforting. I would be alright with him. After such little contact with him, I was confident of this.

“Sit while I get us a glass of wine,” he says. “Or it too early?”

As he screams, I aim a punch at his face. My fist crunches into his nose and blood spurts onto the ground, as he falls to his knees.

Alex’s lips left a burning path down to your collarbones, tongue running over your clavicle, hands gripping at your waist as his hips pushed down into your own, hands slowly pushing up to run across the skin of your stomach, his hands were so warm and welcoming and you’re surprised you aren’t actually melting into his touch.

I met his eyes as he started to lean into me. His eyes went from my eyes to my lips a few times before he leaned in the rest of the way. My eyes widened when I realized what he was doing. His lips just grazed mine slightly before I pulled away. He let his arms fall to his side and his eyes widened then

His body tensed up at the mere idea of having her in such an intimate way. Adam knew it would be something of dreams, or so it would seem to him as he had been dreaming of her all his life. "I've been told its quiet...pleasurable." he explained as gentlemanly as he could. "I like that, we are each other’s savior." he spoke as his hands gently stroked over her warm curves. He kept them on her and side, but the urge to explore further was still there. Thankfully he had enough control to not spoil the moment, "Then let us spend the rest our time together feeling what we can. I admit I may be slow in that regard. I have not felt anything in such a long time; it is hard to remember what these feelings are. Hard to explain them, but I don't want them to stop." he admitted as his lips brushed over the curve of her ear as his sense took in all they could, if only to keep him from forgetting anything about

She freezes at the sight of his hand getting closer and closer to her. She smoothly moves her hand. “ give me a second shot.” Nia demands. Her face is emotionless like a blank piece of paper. She wanted to get drunk to forget the reality that she was living. After her six shot she was buzzed out. “It’s a little late out, and I think I had enough fun for tonight.” She stands up and grabs her belongings.

When he walked into the building and got up the elevator he noticed, again, just how much design and detail there was. On the left and right of the room were stairs that lead up into some offices. Above the elevators is a golden sculpture of a police badge in front of some officers. If you keep going straight, there is another room with many desks and computers with

My eye catches a light emitting blinding flashes from the depths of the place, cutting through that stagnant black. I drift toward it, entranced. The static rises as I draw nearer and nearer, as if the hair of the room itself sharpens and stiffens, up on edge like the tips of fingers brushed down an unsuspecting spine.

He leans in close enough for his fragrance to imbue my nostrils, leaving me light-headed. His lips caress my ear as he whispers, “Your perfume.”

His mouth slightly open from the slight pleasure he feels, but pain rises at the same time, knowing it will fade soon.