The Book of Literary H'Enjoyment.

O is for Obsessed.

There is absolutely nothing more exciting than this.

Just watching him move, his hips swaying gracefully, arms and legs moving with such fluidity and precision that I often doubt his possession of a skeleton.

Every single curve, stroke and line of him was absolute perfection.

They say God spent seven days to make a man, but perhaps Taemin was crafted in fourteen.

He wasn't ordinary, no he wasn't, it was almost insulting to label him as something so mediocre as 'normal'. He was mesmerizing, enchanting, and unarguably addictive.

His head bent flexibly to the right, his hand making a fluid motion in front of his face and the spark within me became a flame.

Inextinguishable it was.

As he and his back up dancers performed the 'Move' choreography, the excitement that bubbled within me increased till I could barely stand up straight, my legs shook greatly, they shook with the same velocity of a person who had been holding in their urine for over an hour.

Any additional movement from him now, and I would surely explode.

He winked, and his lips were moistened by the repeated swiping of his tongue across them.

My nipples erected.

He was looking at me, me!

I couldn't breathe anymore, all that I could let out were heavy gasps that were drowned out by the loud screams of the other audience members.

I wanted him for myself, and myself alone.

I could see it now, all I needed was him to make my life complete.

I could just imagine myself, just watching him dance all day, and sway those ways in the exact same way that lit up a ravaging fire within me, and compelled me to look at him all day, endlessly and tirelessly.

One day, I would have enough money to pay him for a personal concert, perhaps I could require a strip tease as well, imagine me as a moneyed up rich lady, dressed in nothing but black lace and silk, a huge fascinator hiding my face and identity, a big diamond ring on my middle finger supporting the huge cigar in my mouth, as I would watch him lustfully.

His clothes coming off one after the other, those slender legs of his crossing one another as he made his way over to me, a certain look in his eyes that motivated my most private body parts to moisten.

He was intensely provocative, seducing my very being with each breath and movement.

I wanted him.

I drop my cigar in the tray, and call him over with my index finger.

As though the room lighting is connected to my consciousness, the lights change to a deep pink color, a little bit dimmed down, giving it a dusky feel.

I don't care what anyone else thinks, but that shade of pink, is the color of sex.

His immediate obedience to my request puts a heavy smile on my face.

My womanhood begins to throb as he goes down on all fours, and begins to crawl towards where I am seated.

Slowly, he makes his way over to me, dressed in nothing more than tight silk shorts, and a red cloth in between his teeth.

This is the most erotic moment of my life.

"What would you like me to do for you, beautiful?" he whispers huskily, fingers already playing with the hem of my dress, the warm flesh of his hand brushing against my thighs.

"Touch me." I whispered back, almost audibly. He nods.

"Stand." he commands and I obey.

Taemin takes my place on the chair, slouching a bit, his lips parting slowly as he inhales and exhales slowly as though he was panting.

His eyes scan all over my body and I feel hot.

"Straddle me." he commands again, with that tone of control.

Wordlessly, I obey.

A shaky pant leaves my lips as I am seated on him, our privates are a good four inches apart but the rush of excitement between my legs acts differently.

"So beautiful." He says, a bit louder than before as his fingers trace the inner corners of my thighs.

A jolt of electricity passes through me and I jump slightly, I have to hold unto his shoulders to not fly off completely.

A deep chuckle leaves his lips.

He hasn't even begun to touch me properly and my underwear is already ruined.

His lips make contact with the skin on my neck and I let out a strangled moan, my body shakes as I hold his shoulders, while he licks up and down my neck, sucking the flesh as he pleases.

I can't believe that I am experiencing an orgasm from getting my neck kissed.

While I am still shaking from my high, he slips a finger in past my underwear, and now he has to hold me down with his free hand as my hips buck uncontrollably from the contact his finger has made with my clitoris.

He rubs it up and down and I pant, my forehead rests against his cream colored shoulder.

"More, please more." I say shakily and my body resumes it's spasms as he goes faster.

Moans pouring out of my lips endlessly as he sings my praises and touches me simultaneously.

"More what? Vanessa, the concert is over. Let's go." a voice says and I snap back to reality.

I am very upset with this rude distraction to my imagination.

I look around and see people leaving, and the stage empty.

The concert was really over.

"Yeah. Let's go." I say, standing up and noting the wetness between my thighs.

"One day, you will be mine, Lee Taemin." I think as I exit the viewing center.