SASSY💋

π| TWENTY SEVEN

π| TWENTY SEVEN

***This night seems to me as if it will never end, will it...

~Rachel~

The night was definitely hot. Or was it not? Damn it! It was! You tossed and turned in your bed feeling like a lone potatoe inside of boiling water on a pot hanging over a furnace. What a long description of the current state of your wanting body. It was all her fault. That Carmen woman! It was all her fault that you wer like this, totally turned on and expectant of something that was not bound to come your way anytime soon. And how damn annoying and frustrating was that? It clearly was frustrating, annoying you to the very end of the world!

You sat up in bed suddenly and stared ahead. Your night gown straps had come down your shoulder blade due to your tossing and turning, accentuating your full breast which was now heavy against your chest. Your nipples which were thick and beaded, pressed against the thin silk fabric of your night gown. Talk about uncomfortable! You sneered as you rose to your feet, climbing out of bed as quickly as possible to avoid the interaction of your thighs with your inner core. Damn that Carmen woman!

The woman had talked to you all night with the promise of something very unholy written all over the sharp emerald of her pupils. And then she had turned you away after dinner with words that had totally upset your inner being. She had said to you, "Sometimes the things that life brings to your doorstep are meant to be savoured and not hurried into little bird." That was the very thing that she had said to her earlier, in her private suite when you both were about to have dinner.

During and after dinner, both of you had had a long discussion, exchange information about each other and getting to know as much as you can about each other -well she had been the one asking and you had been the one providing answers because you were really not interested in getting to know anything else but her body at the moment she was drinking you. And when she was satisfied with all the information you had provided, she had proceeded to drive you to your home asking for directions time and time again, the only time she talked to you during the tense and heated journey.

When she had pulled up afore your huge apartment complex, she had not even made any attempt to touch you, had not even tried to give you a goodbye kiss. You had gotten out of her shiny automobile quite grudgingly after successfully convincing her not to see you to the elevator because you were only going to the third floor. You were annoyed at being hopelessly led on by her. You had felt like a donkey who was being led on with a carrot on a stick. She was the carrot and you were the donkey. How pathetic... And funny! You were laughing at your little joke when your doorbell rang.

~OmaPhinaPhire🔥