SEVEN DEADLY SINS

LUST

lust is a weed that grows
only in the vacant lots
of an abandoned mind
Ayn Rand

i. the sinner

I continuously tapped the heel of my stiletto against the tiled floor impatiently and chewed on my lips until it bled. I stare at the huge analog clock, waiting for a couple of minutes so that I could finally ease this hunger. I licked two of my fingers secretly and slipped it under my pencil skirt. A muffled moan escaped my lips but it didn't caught anyone's attention, they're busy with their workloads.

I finished my papers early and I am left now with nothing but this unquenchable thirst. I tried my best to keep silent as a finger located my clitoris. Flicking it, my toes curled inside my shoes. I bit my tongue to avoid any erotic sound from coming out my pretty mouth. I rubbed it, slowly arched my back as I add pressure.

The clock struck 8. I immediately stood up and snatched my handbag. All eyes were on me when I marched out of the sales department office in a hurry. I stride, with urgency. My body went hot just by the idea of doing it. My head spins a little, dizzying me as excitement blind my senses.

I hopped in my car and drove to the nearest place I know. Before coming out, I undid a few buttons of my white blouse to expose my asset. When I entered, the bartender greeted me with his famous panty-soaking smile. I tensed inside, he looks definitely gorgeous in his fit uniform, precising his handsome built.

"As usual?" he asked while wiping a glass with a cotton cloth.

"As usual." I said and sat on the stool right in front of him, putting my hands on the table and squeezing my breasts between my arms.

He showed me his pearly white teeth again, he had a different gleam in his eyes this time. That kind of spark that shows you've been defeated and ready to surrender your flag.

He placed a glass of tequila in front of me. I took a glimpse of his veiny hands, immediately making me imagine how good those fingers play with my nipples.

I took a sip and waited again. He entertained other costumers and I was left on my stool to suffer another episode of tormenting. The liquor made my body hotter. Staring at him as he do his job, mixing drinks and doing tricks, he turned me on even more.

I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. I tried to stay still and behave but having him in front of me made my womanhood ache. How can you possibly control yourself in front of your wildest temptation? Even Eve ate the forbidden fruit, so how can I possibly be patient enough?

I'm literally damp. The eternal hunger which caused discomfort and annoyance grew untamable. I need to aid this as soon as possible.

His shift finally ended and when he finished cleaning his area, he took my hand and we went upstairs. Upon arriving his room, we didn't bother to turn on the light. We locked our lips into each other, helping one another take off every piece of cloth clinging onto our warm bodies.

The urge to do it made me move swiftly, ripping his shirt open and unbuckling his belt in an instant. He pulled me closer and our skin contact created a fiery ignition.

Our tongues playfully battled, tasting the faint bitterness of liquor. Our hands explored each other's depths but mine was far more unreachable. He pinned me against the wall, responding to my torrid kisses. His being hands cupped my breasts and kneaded it with pressure. I moaned when he carried me and pushed me harder. His sudden violence arousing the beast in me.

Hands wandering, his fingers arrived my most vulnerable spot. My femininity drips with juices of sensuality. I flinched when he suddenly slipped his own long digits inside my wetness, swirling it. His thumb worked on my clitoris, rubbing is in a circular motion as his fingers penetrate my hole. Thrusting it in and out made me feel good. But not good enough.