Deadly Affairs

My body stiffs, a lump gradually forming inside my throat and I can feel my hands shivering as my eyes slowly adjusts to the sudden explosion of light. His figure stands right in front of me, firm and powerful. This man is so tall that he towers over me, and my scalp barely reached his chin and I'm five feet and six inches tall. He is topless and I can smell the fresh and manly scent of his perfume mixed with the sweat that makes his body seem to twinkle under the lights. He has broad shoulders—so manly and powerful, and so are his chests. The man is well-built, not typically bodybuilder-looking male but a male model. And now that his face has a better lighting, he's even more attractive than I first anticipated. He's handsome—no, handsome is an insult. He's beautiful. He's the epitomy of male beauty. He's so freaking gorgeous that the heat I've felt in the elevator and the humidity in the air rises to a stifling proportion. He rubs his eyes and for a moment he tries to focus on me.

I conceal my face with the use of the mask, and Jane follows suit. She climbs from the vehicle first and as immediately as she does, she already seems to consume everybody's attention. I am not surprised. If I am one of these men, I'd most likely turn my head and have a boner with Jane in sight. She's wearing mesmerizing clothing. From being dark, the dress twirls down into waves of midnight blue, glittering stars sparkling from the V-line that crossed her chest, allowing a generous view of her cleavage. Earrings that seem to glint are hanging in each of her ears. They're very simple and minimalist, not as head-turner as mine, but equally beautiful. She looks incredibly attractive and the only thing I'm hoping for at this moment is that she's aware of it.I breathe deeply. I didn't realize that guests come in such a number. They're wearing their expensive suits and dresses and glinting jewelries that almost blinds me. Jane looks down through the window and gestures her head. I nod at

I open my eyes and study the four corners around me. Last night had ignited quickly that I almost forgot the time Jordan carried me to his bed. Last night was something special, and I won't deny that I've been looking forward for it since we arrived here. The ritual had been long, steamy and slow and each second spent with him last night I have cherished. An experience I will carry with me to my grave. I stare thoughtfully at the naked man I am on top of. It's as if I am a prisoner, willingly offering myself to his captive. I glide my fingers down to his chest, each well-defined muscle of him marking forever in my mind. I wanted Jordan all along. Shame how I didn't realize it sooner.Carefully I move away from him as I plan to get to the bathroom. I startle when his arms catches me by my waist.“Where do you think you're going, woman?” Jordan sits erect and nibbles on my ear, keeping me close.“Jordan, you surprised me. I'm not planning to sneak out. I promise,” I chuckle.“I just w

After my shift ended, Jean and I met at the local bar we used to go to.The bar is loud and reverberating, and looks downright painful to the eye. Disco lights dances and spins, a catchy playlist of nothing but disco songs fills the establishment with power and energy—the exact opposite of what feelings I possess the whole time I got here.Women wiggle their bodies like worms, quietly offering themselves to potential one night stands while men decide who to pick. Stereotyped situations like this never get old, and it can never be denied because why else would sinners go to bars? To get laid of course. “This is your suggestion?” I shout over the ear splitting sound that colonized the entirety of the establishment.“This is everybody's suggestion!” Jean shouts back.“Why else would you visit bars like this? To drink your troubles away of course. To get wasted!”Jean howls and begins to wiggle, influenced by the catchy music.“Come on! Dance!” she bubbles, shaking her limbs, dancing ero

Saturday | New YorkI open my eyes and cover it immediately, troubled by the warm light that the sun has bathe me over. My head feels heavy and I almost feel like I'm inside a spinning wheel. My stomach grumbles, intestines wiggling like worms. I look around and find myself lying down on the back of Sebastian's white pick-up car, covered by a blanket. I look at myself underneath and realize I'm still naked. I collect my discarded clothings and put them back around my body accordingly as I remain lying down to restrict views from anyone.I push my spine up and sit down on the floor. I glance around the beach. It's so lonely, so calm and tranquil. It's so quiet that I can hear the faint sound of the waves waffling against the sand. The wind blows to my face, but it almost feels like nothing but a kiss from nature. The surrounding feels so peaceful. It almost feels like Earth was reformed and goes back to the state of hers which she's proud of—and the sun—shining through the billowing c