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Posted on June 19, 2010 at 02:31:13 AM by douleur
 Tilting my head to the side, I followed her gaze, finally resting on her eyes. One was gray, one was violet. That made me want to jump her bones! I could smell her, could feel the lust running through me. What is this, I’ve never felt this way. That little animal was getting all of this glorious faeries attention. That just would not do. I stared at the fox, until she looked back at me, that is. Oh what a beautiful face, I let my eyes drift all over the soft contours of her delicate features. Something was growing in the back of my head, a warning feeling. I had never actually felt like this, never felt the rush and sensation of sexual desire from just looking at someone. Actually, I never really had this strong feeling of desire, either. It was like she was pulling me towards her. Every breath she exhaled and every breath I inhaled was hardening the desire. I coughed, trying to distract myself. No this is not right, Douleur. DOULEUR. That, that is my name! I stumbled over my words as I tried to tell her, “My na—my name! Douleur.” I tried to gracefully end that statement even as I stuttered over every word but my own name. It felt familiar on my tongue and I smiled, satisfied at remembering a piece of me. Now if only I could remember everything else, and realize why I wanted to touch this lady in front of me. Oh, how I wanted to touch her. To caress her hand softly and roughly at the same time. The smile faded off my lips as I fought the urge to palpate her skin. Find every nook and cranny, and then explore her body more. NO. That’s dirty. Stop it. I didn’t know her? No, I suppose I did not. I do not recall meeting her, even though I do not recall much, however I surely would recollect seeing this fae. She was gorgeous from head to toe, and I wanted to lick her all the way from that beautiful head, to those cute little toes. Her name was Phoenix? Like the majestic yet unreal bird, oh how it described her! Gorgeous yet unattainable. Why, why do I think she’s unattainable? Everyone has their price, I wonder what hers is. I wonder if she can sense the sensation, the lust and pull of desire between us. It’s cackling like electricity, we have chemistry, I can feel it. She said I would not harm her. Does that give me permission? Does that mean I can touch her? I want to touch her, to run my hand over her arms, down her waist, and over those thighs. I stared at her, trying not to drool, trying to remember why I should not be thinking this delicious, impure thoughts. STOP IT. I wanted to smack myself! I need to stop, I need to realize that this fae would never like me, she would never want me and certainly never even think that I was her type. Why does it matter? I wanted her. She looked like cake, delicious cake that I wanted to lick the icing off of, and tear into the moisture of the interior of the cake. This was more than a curse, it was life. It made feeling alive and gave emotions I never even knew I had. I watched as she stared at me, watching me. Every muscle in me wanted to tense, wanted to spring at her and pin her to the ground, run my hands through her hair and trail my tongue down to her clavicle. I leered as she relaxed, my eyes never failing to lock with hers, to follow the curves of her body. I felt my breathing increase as she approached, my heart stammering out, pounding in my ears. Could she hear it? I listened, What’s it like? Her voice was like honey, dripping sweet nectars into my heart. ” It’s like honey,” I muttered before I choked on a breath, lifting my hand to her face, trailing it down her cheek, I brushed my lips against hers, and waited to be rejected or accepted. |