Desires 44

It’s just that first look, that first moment, that really matters doesn’t it?


Desires – Needs

By BFSlave and Tera S

Part Four
He felt mesmerized by this woman. Her beauty was so impossibly perfect. He stared at her, into those eyes. Those glowing gems that held him transfixed. He could swear he heard some sweet voice in his mind, telling him he didn’t belong there. He just figured it was some distant conversation drifting into his ear. Stop staring at her and go say something. She’s gonna think you’re some kind of freak the way you’re staring at her. But he just couldn’t bring himself to move. The same old self doubt came pouring into him. Right. Like I could get anywhere with her. She’s only the most beautiful woman on the planet. It’s only a matter of time before some guy comes up that she won’t reject and I’ll have yet another buddy.

Dancers broke the entrancing woman’s eye contact and, after shaking his head and chalking the moment up to a fluke, he started to go back to his Coke. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the crowd part again. He looked over at the mystery woman and saw that she had looked away. His heart started to sink before he noticed that she had only done so to push her chair away from her lonely table and stand up. He found himself eye-to-eye with her yet again. She straightened her oh-so-short dress and began to walk toward him. Once again, he couldn’t look away. It was as though some invisible hand, with soft, delicate fingers, was holding his head in place, not allowing him to move. Not that he wanted to.

Oh wow. Is she… could she be….? Oh wow. He watched her walking through the crowd, almost like they were moving out of her way. He looked at her legs. Long, shapely, the fabric of her hose shimmering in the flashing, colorful lights. They got fuller and thicker as his eyes travelled upward to her round, curvy, feminine hips. Hips that rocked back and forth with a powerful, hypnotic, sexual elipse caused by her stilettos. Her waist was smaller, but not tiny. Perfectly proportioned. Her breasts bounced, jiggled, swayed. The way they moved in that dress. They were amazing. Full, round, firm, yet so very soft. As spellbinding as they were, he had to look back into those eyes. He could stare into them forever. But just when she was halfway across the dancefloor, the crowd swallowed her.

He fell into a panic. He stood up and craned his neck trying to find her. He didn’t care how it looked to anyone. But, she was gone. His heart sank again as he sat back down. Just then a voice, a sweet, beautiful, sensual voice came from right beside him. “Would you mind some company from a lost soul?” He looked over…. and there she was. “Uh.. yeah. I mean, no. No, I wouldn’t mind.” He could barely think. She was so close now and just as perfect. Her perfume was intoxicating. It kind of smelled like cherries. She leaned forward and he couldn’t help but take a long look at her indescribable breasts. Her cleavage seemed like a deep abyss, and he wanted nothing more than to fall in and never be found. He barely noticed her sliding his drink from his hand. He managed to pull away from her chest and watch her take a sip from his straw. Her lips were a beautiful shade of red and he never wanted to be a straw more in his life. He snapped back to his senses as she spoke again, “I find regular Coke so sweet…. And you are sweet enough aren’t you?”

He blushed at the compliment. “Um, thank you. So are you. Uh, are you new in town? I’ve never seen you here before.” He groaned under his breath at the cliched, corny line he just uttered. But, it was very hard to think, being this close to such a goddess…

I don’t think I will ever think of myself that way…




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    • James on September 4, 2012 at 2:25 pm

    That is because there is some difference between you and your literary namesake, Your Majesty.

    Of course, you are actually much more than a goddess. 😉

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    • TeraS on September 24, 2012 at 1:12 pm


    Not even close my heart, but thank you….


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