Drug

She was a sight to behold. A quiet beauty, but striking nonetheless. Her’s was not the kind of beauty that burst through the door and blew you away, it was far more subtle. It was the kind that needled its way into your heart, lodging itself deep within. You won’t even know you were drugged until much later, but by then it’s too late. You can’t stop thinking about her, she is rushing through your system, infused in your blood. And your blood does cry out for her. It burns in your face when she talks to you, in your loins when you think of her body naked….spread out in front of you…

You continue through life, barely surviving off the small doses of her you can take, but your mind and body (for once in agreement) scream out for her. You try to ignore them, but they list off the things they are most addicted to in her, and you find it harder and harder to block them out.

“What of her smile that stops your heart, her laugh that makes it beat again? You think you can live without them? Her gorgeous dark eyes; so dark that you fear if you look at them for too long, they will swallow you whole.” whispered your mind.

“Yeah, and what about her boobs? Wouldn’t you want to feel them, squeeze them as her moans fill your ears? You think you can survive without her touch? Boy, even a graze of her finger of your arm is enough to make you erect.” said your body.

“Her long, silky hair, for some reason, entices you. I can’t explain it… Her voice is enough to hypnotize you.”

“She has a great ass too. Imagine how great it would feel, grinding against you. Imagine how great it would be to feel her long legs wrapped around you, pulling you closer to her. ”

“The smell of her intoxicates you. The feel of her frame pressed against you is enough to get you aroused, even with something as innocent as a hug.” they say in unison. “Her cheeks……” they sigh and taper off.

You are snapped out of your thoughts as she turns and smiles at you confusedly, you then realize that you were staring at her. You look down and realize that you have an erection, and you struggle to hide it.

Time goes by, and you try to wean yourself off her, trying to spend less time around her. Your efforts are futile, she is everywhere you go. You try to drown yourself in other people’s problems to forget her and what you feel about her, but she just pulls you to safety as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. She has unknowingly made you addicted to her, and it was a dangerous thing. Your conversations with her were sparkling, full of ideas and conflicts. Even the sighs and silences made you happy.

Days and weeks passed and your feelings grew. The time finally came to when you thought you would get your way. All the tension that has been building up in you has you as taut as a rope. She seems to like you, apart from that one awkward weekend at your friend’s house, where she just lay with you…but still, you enjoyed it, despite you being in a ‘different’ state of mind. And a few days went by, and you find yourself walking with her to a place where nothing innocent happens, at least in your experiences. You walked up the stairs with a growing anticipation, and you took this chance, when her attention was not on you, to check her out. And you definitely like what you see.

You reach a comfortable floor, and she stands on the stairs for a bit. You move up to her and cage her in against the wall. You have never felt this confused in your life. The feeling of wanting to make her yours, to make her happy, to make her moan your name was overpowering. And when your lips finally touch, it’s like your body melted. Her lips were smaller than you were used to, but they were by far the best you’ve kissed, tasted. Your mind empties out and all you feel is her breath on you, your hands roaming her body. Your hands roam down to her perfect ass and you cup it, moving her closer to you, and her breasts push against your chest. Your blood begins to sing, reveling in finally being able to be with her. It forces to move closer to her, pushing her against the wall. You hear people around the stairs and you force yourself to detach from her. It has never been a problem before, but it takes yourself time to move off her. It’s like you are being pulled towards her, and it takes a conscious effort to not pounce on her again. You struggle to mask you anger at being interrupted, but she notices and asks if anything is wrong. You reply with a simple no, and you go down to address the idiots that came to ruin this. As you go down the stairs, you notice your bulging erection, but your anger at three stooges provides sufficient reason to douse the flames.

To be continued…