MY DANGEROUS LOVE AFFAIR.
I met her when I was just sixteen. It was my friend's 18th birthday and I was quite new to this type of love affair.
Most of my peers had had experiences with this type of individual . I had been told of the rolicking ride that she can give you if you allow her spirit to take a hold of you. I, like most teens wanted to experience her. Why not?
I remember being told told what a passionate lover she can be. And, if you allow her she would never let you go.
Excitement consumed me that day at the party. The music was loud, the atmosphere was hallucinating as each of my friends had their share of her sisters. Boy, this looks like real fun! were the thoughts that swirled in my head.
She was sitting all alone in a room dressed in tantalizing colors. She looked amazing. The room was small, dimly lit with just a small wooden table and a sofa. She positioned herself on the table as if she were expecting someone. I looked at her and she smiled . That was enough invitation for me to get closer. She was silent as I drew closer . Her smile seemed as if it were permanent. I was aroused by this whole aura of her boldness. I was a stranger to her, but she was not intimidated. I felt disarmoured. I took a few steps closer and stood now embracing her. She did not even ask me my name but parted her lips with my embrace. I slowly caressed her body and pasted my lips to hers.
The passion in her arose. I felt the warmt of her body. Her love poured and poured and poured inside of me. Oh my!
This love is staggering,I thought. Ah, I did it! Every last drop of her love I comsumed.
I walked on air as I made my was to the sofa. I passed out. I woke up a few hours later at home . The ceiling in my room zoomed out and zoomed in at regular intervals. My mohter stood over me . She looked helplessly at her son who had just consumed his first bottled of rum.
Written by:Wallace Paul
(C)2016
I met her when I was just sixteen. It was my friend's 18th birthday and I was quite new to this type of love affair.
Most of my peers had had experiences with this type of individual . I had been told of the rolicking ride that she can give you if you allow her spirit to take a hold of you. I, like most teens wanted to experience her. Why not?
I remember being told told what a passionate lover she can be. And, if you allow her she would never let you go.
Excitement consumed me that day at the party. The music was loud, the atmosphere was hallucinating as each of my friends had their share of her sisters. Boy, this looks like real fun! were the thoughts that swirled in my head.
She was sitting all alone in a room dressed in tantalizing colors. She looked amazing. The room was small, dimly lit with just a small wooden table and a sofa. She positioned herself on the table as if she were expecting someone. I looked at her and she smiled . That was enough invitation for me to get closer. She was silent as I drew closer . Her smile seemed as if it were permanent. I was aroused by this whole aura of her boldness. I was a stranger to her, but she was not intimidated. I felt disarmoured. I took a few steps closer and stood now embracing her. She did not even ask me my name but parted her lips with my embrace. I slowly caressed her body and pasted my lips to hers.
The passion in her arose. I felt the warmt of her body. Her love poured and poured and poured inside of me. Oh my!
This love is staggering,I thought. Ah, I did it! Every last drop of her love I comsumed.
I walked on air as I made my was to the sofa. I passed out. I woke up a few hours later at home . The ceiling in my room zoomed out and zoomed in at regular intervals. My mohter stood over me . She looked helplessly at her son who had just consumed his first bottled of rum.
Written by:Wallace Paul
(C)2016