Hungry For A Kiss

She was an enchantress with a magic spell that had my name on it. The moment I saw her I knew I was going to go down that road and nothing would be able to change that.

It was the look of her that did me in. Her luscious lips, blood red, made my heart quicken and my palms sweat. She didn’t look directly at me and never addressed me with a single spoken word; instead she let her smoldering lips do the talking. Plump and pouty, they spoke volumes in sultry tones meant for my ears only. They delivered the message, “Come hither” just as strongly as if they had been spoken directly and discreetly in my ear.

I held back, observing her for a while, to make sure I was her chosen target, and to figure out the best time to make my move. She struck me as a creature with strong passions and somehow I got the feeling it might be dangerous to cross her. I didn’t want to bungle my approach, so I figured caution was the wisest choice for now.

We kept up the silent conversation, our connection sizzling with erotic tension as I circled the party, always keeping my eye on her.

to be continued….

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