My mother once called me evil.
I hated it.
Though now I could see some reasoning in that statement, as the thoughts I was having while staring at the woman across the room were nothing short of devilish.
Devilish.
No, not devilish. Devilish was an understatement. Those images, if played on a big screen in hell, would cause the Devil to avert his eyes in embarrassment.
I'd had too much to drink.
I knew because I could feel my throat tingle and my eyes were watery as fuck.
I needed to down the remainder of my drink and call an Uber.
My subconscious didn't seem to agree though and wouldn't allow my glassy eyes to fixate on anything else but the perfect figure that walked through the door, no longer than five minutes ago.
I had no idea a woman could be so beautiful. She had muscles where it was attractive and curves where it counted and knew how to compliment every bit of her God-given beauty with a sexy party dress and stunning make-up.
Apparently, I wasn't the only one staring but she knew what she was doing and walked right in as if this was a scene she'd walked into a million times before.
Like a confident lamb in a lion's den.
How terribly foolish.
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Ethereal Desires
خيال (فانتازيا)Warning! May contain strong language and mature content suitable for readers 18 years and older. Note: NO CHILDREN ALLOWED! This is a collection of short quotes, dirty one shots and snippets of forbidden pleasure that will hopefully leave you mois...
