The Nympho Diaries

Rekindle

Rekindle: to excite, stir up, or rouse anew. To cause (something, such as a feeling) to be strong or active again.

I had a plan in mind. I wanted things to go back to normal. I wanted to experience the sweet moments of laughter and joy.

I found myself at the club my prey usually frequented with his friends. I currently find myself at the bar, which is crowded with intoxicated, hot bodies. It's beneficial this way as I wouldn't be easily spotted. I spotted him the moment I walked in. It's like he was a drug to me—a personal magnet.

My heart is pounding as this is the first time in 2 years, I've been under the same roof with him. Maybe this is just a fluke, maybe this is indeed a bad idea but why should I give up when I haven't even tried?

I take a deep breath and then take two more shots before making my presence known. Politely weaving through the crowd, I get to the middle of the dance floor close enough to where he stood but far aware to not make it obvious.

I close my eyes and start to sway to the music. Our favorite is playing. Chicago by Michael Jackson. I haven't been out dancing in so long, but it feels like it hasn't been that long. Swaying my hips and caressing my body sensually, I open my eyes to meet his staring back at me. I pretend to not actually see him and slowly turn around while still swaying. I smile to myself as I know that'll irritate him. I meet another pair of eyes and smirk. I coax the stranger closer with my finger, silently inviting him to dance with me.

I was silently asking him to help me make him jealous.

His warm unfamiliar hands are placed on my hips as he brings me closer to his body. We synchronize our movements and dance away. Sensually, teasingly, and of course irritatingly for my target.

I turn my back to my dance partner and grind on him and surprisingly he's gone. I'm a bit confused as I only turned my back to him for a few moments. As I continue dancing with this hot stranger, someone grabs my hand and yanks me to them. I collide with a hard body. A familiar, warm body that smells intoxicatingly familiar.

I gasp in surprise.

Vince

He spins me around, nuzzles his face into my neck as my back faces him, and sways us to the music. I proceed to grind onto him like I used to. He caresses my body as I wrap my arms around his neck. I can feel myself getting hotter at the current predicament we're in. His hands gripped my hips tightly as we finished the song.

Once the song is done, Trance by Travis Scott starts to play. I immediately remove myself from him and try to leave the dancefloor. He grabs my arm and pulls me back to him. I look up at him and my emotions become a mess. Those brown eyes continuously haunted me. He searched my eyes, looking for an answer to an unasked question. His finger tilted my chin up to make sure I didn't break eye contact as he frowned. Tears weld my eyes as memories plagued my mind.

The man I previously fell in love with is in a fucking club and I humiliatingly made myself come here to get him back, or to at least make him see me. Feel me. This isn't fair, this isn't right for either of us. Maybe this was a mistake on my part.

"Stop that" he grunted while caressing my cheek.

Trying to blink my tears away I smile softly.

"I don't know what you're talking about" I smile once again. "Have a good night, Vince."

With that, I step out of his grasp and slip into the busy crowd of dancing bodies. Without looking back to my past lover, I make haste to exit the club.

Stupid, stupid girl

The cold air hits my body as soon as I exit the hot club and I curse myself for not bringing a proper jacket. Digging into my back pocket for my phone as I got here with an Uber.