Allure

The manor in which her mouth formed those three simple words forced upon a whirlwind of nostalgia. She had been on stage, sitting upon a black bar stool, worn from repeated use; the original wood apparently visible. He had remembered her slight apprehension as she sat cross-legged adorned in a simple corset and stockings as she sang to the unhappily married men before her. At first it was her voice that seemingly induced a trance throughout the club as he watched men seize their conversations and laughter; their drinks no longer quenching their desire to become delightfully numb.
 
As she sang, her ice blue eyes sparkled, dancing to the tune of the unknown. What words pressed from her lips? He could not remember. All he could remember was the way her mouth moved; the tender passionate way they rolled off her tongue. Within moments, she had become an anomaly in an otherwise bland room.


"Come with me", she repeated, unknowingly destroying the images he had vividly replayed throughout his mind. "Damien?" she questioned, grabbing his muscular forearm."Damien, are you ok." As she awaited his response, he stood statuesque silently reminiscing the evening they had spent together upon her last song.


Although eager men had approached her in hopes to bed her, she had ignored their advances; smiling hypnotically with devilish intention. How he surpassed the barrier she seemingly presented to the world? He would never know, but he found himself engulfed in pure bliss as he ran his fingertips over her naked body. He had spent hours tangled within her sheets, memorizing every contour, every curve of her feminine body.


"Damien, are you ok?" She preceded once more. "Sorry", he murmured as he followed her back into the motel room. "I was just remembering." Curiously, she turned about, flipping her hair in a seductive wave. "Remembering what, Damien?" "Remembering this", he started as he pulled her neck close to his lips.


As his lips grazed her tender skin, she found herself surrendering to the burning desire that quickly engulfed her body. Slowly his hands explored her breasts; releasing a sweet moan from her lips. Her surroundings became hazy; a landscape of  pure unbridled passion. Within moments, she found her legs wrapped around his waist; their bodies pressed upon the motel wall. In one swift motion her bra fell upon his feet and she slowly unzipped her jeans welcoming his aggressive advances. A year had passed unwillingly, yet they found themselves where they had left off...within the allure of their tangled sheets.

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