Vinzi's Life: making it happen.

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

“Go ahead, ask me that question, we’re both adults here.” He said.
“How do you do it? Being able to do it with someone without any strings attached, and how are you sure they are safe?” She asked curiously.
He inhales from his cigarette and replies to her question a moment later, “It’s not that I meet them in a bar or some place random. And it’s not like I do it because I have intentions with them in the first place, it just happens and in a way, I am satisfying them with the curiosity they seek; to experience something they want to but afraid to do it in regards to safety and what others might think. It’s not about me when we do it; it’s about your needs and not mine.”
She crosses her legs and puffs from her cigarette, “Shit, stop putting these thoughts in my head.” She laughs.
“Why would I want to do that? Entice you with scenes of a night of intimate experience?” he asked.
“Have you experienced it?”
“What?” she asks.
“The heat of candles around you and the heat of someone beneath or above you as a slight breeze from the air-conditioned room pierce through one’s naked skin. As both scents mingle with the scented candles coupled with perfect music to ease and play along with.” He teases.
She takes a shot of the vodka mixed drink, “F*ck, you should stop.” She laughs, “what if I take you up on that offer.”
“What offer is that?” he asks with clueless ness in his tone and yet his eyes foretell otherwise.
She stands and hits him in the arm playfully, “Curse you!”
He offers both his hands up in surrender, “What did I do?” and he laughs.
She sits back in her seat and crosses her arms and looks at him with undisguised pleasure.
“Really dear, it’ll be more convincing if you’d stop smiling when you cross your arms like that.” He laughs.
“You’re mean!” and she pouts her lips.
He smirks, “So, it’s settled then, tomorrow evening I’ll arrange everything.”
“What do you mean tomorrow evening you’ll arrange everything?!”
“I want it now!” she laughs.
He frowns, “I guess I could arrange something with what I have here at home.”

Labels: escapade, fiction

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