I made sure I read the laws of seduction by the next time I saw him because I was going to be that Siren. I will make him want me till he couldn't breathe without me. I was going to be that one person He couldn't live without. Everyday was the same message from my sister, "Ian is getting on my nerves asking for you, come get your man". I would just laugh it off and play dumb. Weeks turned into a month and I was ready to see him again. Or tease him rather. I know the power of my booty so I wore the tightest skirt I had with a see through jewelled tunic and my inexplicable headwrap, the unassuming Arab touch I always gave my outfits to appear different. I gave myself a one over in the mirror, laced up my jewelled sandals and walked to the gym, it wasn't too far. .
The class had already started but when he saw me coming, He told Nik to take over and He ran to me. I always thought I was hella heavy but he lifted me off the ground like I weighed not more than a handkerchief. That right there made me think of being ripped apart by him. He said " Why did you leave me for so long? Was it something I did?". For someone so "EVIL", he looked quite vulnerable and sweet. I loved that I brought that out of him so I said "I have been all over the place, I am really sorry", in the softest most sensual voice I had ever used in my life. He said he forgave me and all was well but I should never leave him stressed and lonely. I laughed, ever so soft and sensual. He went back to teach his class, once in a while stealing glances, blowing kisses and winking at me.
When I am around him, it is like I am not even married. He makes me forget my dreary suburban life. He makes me forget my sorrow and pain. Life at home was hostile and damn near volatile as it is, I needed to get out more often. I needed an escape. My husband, Aubrey had gotten so violent, I needed a reason or reasons to stay away from him. I found my reason and I will hold on to that reason even if my life depended on it. After his class, he came over and sat with me. We talked and talked and talked till my sister was ready to leave and so I had to go too. He left me with a parting promise in my ears "You will be mine Hestia, that's a promise".
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Short StoryThe chronicles of a very horny young housewife. This story is the first of my shorts. Its the story about a woman, Hestia, down on her wedded bliss and luck that decides to join a gym to get her groove back. She didn't know her groove was in form of...