I pray everyone had a great weekend. Mine is winding down with my motherly duties as I prep the babies for a new week of school. I do have a some 79-Word stories to post but I will do that tomorrow and I know the title says that this is prompt #5, so that means I have yet to post #4 (I just realized that lbvs) So I will post #4 tomorrow too.
But for now, here is my fifth writing prompt. Enjoy all!
The women had been on me all night long and I challenged each of them to see who was really down for me like they claimed. She was the one that stuck around just after two in the morning when we finally made our way to my place.
She had controlled her liquor all night long and even managed to drive and speak in complete sentences. Something about this woman intrigued me but I was never the type to admit shit like that.
I sat on the couch, preparing to pour myself a cup of my own personal elixir when she plopped down beside me; her leather skirt hiked up and I caught a full view of her substantial thighs. My mouth watered as my mind took her body elsewhere and I’ll be damned if the stiffness between my legs didn’t double in size.
“What’s up?” I asked casually while trying to look in her eyes. She shook her head then spoke.
“Nothing.” She crossed her legs which maneuvered her closer to me and placed her hand on my chest. “What does it take to get here?” I glanced down at where her hand laid then returned to her dark eyes.
“You don’t want to know.” I admitted.
“Yes I do. What does it take? I want it.” Her voice was soft but carried some serious weight. It wasn’t like she was the first woman who had ever asked me such a question and she was not the first woman who appeared to be willing to do whatever it took to get to me. The real problem lied in the initiation.
So few women were willing to go through it and those that did, quickly backed down after the first round and regretted it. Maybe it was the life I lived that turned them away or maybe they just realized that my fucking heart was not that damn great after all. But this one, I could smell the determination oozing from her, or maybe that was just her arousal. Either way, she was ready.
“You want to know what it takes?”
“Yes.” She purred. “Tell me.”
“I’d rather show you.” I grinned. She nodded and I proceeded to mix my drink. She watched me with fevered intensity before I handed her the red plastic cup and told her to drink.
“What is it?” She asked then took a deep inhale into the cup.
“It’s non-toxic.” I assured. “If you wanna know what it takes then you must drink this.” Her hesitation faded and I watched her down the first cup.
Three cups in and my girl was a champ. The elixir had done its job to mellow her and me out even further than we were which was exactly what I needed in order to proceed with the launch. We had managed to make our way to my bedroom; she lay on my bed, staring up at the ceiling fan, mentally counting the rotations. I was on the edge of the bed waiting for her courage to kick in.
“What time is it?” She finally asked me.
“Don’t know. Don’t care.” Her soft giggle was elevated by the elixir and her sexual high.
“So can I have it now?” I peered at her over my shoulder. She rolled onto her stomach then crawled toward me. Her hands snaked up my back and onto my chest while tongue danced across my neck.
The elixir had me going too; her tongue felt like waves of electricity. In seconds our lips were locked and my tongue invaded her mouth. The drunken passion was contagious as limbs became tangled and sexual desires revealed themselves within the darkness.
In the height of sensual releases, I pulled her close to me to whisper in her ear. “You want my heart?” I asked.
“Yes.” She moaned.
“It won’t be easy.”
“I don’t care. I’ll do anything.” She was certainly the first to say that. “Anything.” She repeated, thus sealing the deal on her commitment.
“Then all you need to do is say ‘yes.’” Without hesitation, she said the word breathlessly and I sunk my teeth into her neck as our climaxes fused into one. She gasped, digging her nails deep into my back but not fighting the process. I pulled away and looked into her eyes. “We’re not done. There is one thing that I need from you.”
“Anything.” She managed to utter.
“Meet my boys.” I said. Her eyes doubled into size as they filed in with their fangs at the ready. A film of terror covered her eyes but I stroked her hair the same as I assured her, “I know there are a lot of them but you said that you want my heart and in order for you to get that, you must let each of them savor you.”
Her body shook in my arms and a single tear fell from her left eye. She thought she was ready to take on a mystery. She believed that she could tame something that lacked control and she thought that she could obtain the heart of the heartless but she couldn’t. No one could.