DRUNK
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He's shocking. Drop dead gorgeous and breathtaking. I could sit for hours just breathing him in.
There's something about his face--maybe it's in his eyes--how they glazed over when he closed them. His generous lips begging me, "Kiss me, stay with me."
He must have been around the block a few times, yet no deep lines mar his face. I'd guess, not a mean bone in his body either. Maybe I should find out, but then again, I'd better stick with his face, that beautiful face.
Some faces are like that. They cut through time, fit anyplace, anytime, anywhere. Never go out of style. You can see into the soul, where a man's been, what he looked like as a little boy.
Good gawd he's something. Look at him all stretched out like that. Something about a man on a bed that makes him look so vulnerable . . . so surrendered. Bet he'd be willing to have me join him if I were that kind of woman . . . better stop that crap right now . . . close my eyes and cover him up . . . call home . . . let them know a guest speaker at the company's award dinner took sick and needed my help.
But he looks so helpless. I better check one last time, make sure he's okay before I leave, that he's breathing okay.
Damn. This guy is all man. And totally at my mercy--drunk on his ass--passed out good, but he'll survive. A little sleep and he'll be good as new. Raring to go to meet me at noon for lunch.
In the meantime, this man bears watching. At least a little longer . . . it's that face again. That haunting face. Yep. No doubt about it. There lies a man of passion, directness, an innocent sinner searching for a woman who needs him . . .
Maybe I should wake him before I leave. But then again, it's probably best I leave well enough alone. Why chance it? He could wake--feel real creepy--me seeing him like this and all. Could be too, he's a better man asleep than awake. Why go ruining what I feel right now?
I always forget that It's men like him who are a triple threat. The kind who lead a woman to nowhere, into stupidity, and break the bank. The self-assured, smart ones, with a body to match. The kind that even in sleep excite and seduce.
But maybe just one kiss before I leave. While he's still out cold. He'll never know. What the hell I got to lose? He'll be gone soon. A thousand miles away. Back to his cozy life, and me stuck here. Maybe if I do it carefully . . . Oh hell. I'm gonna live dangerously for one time in my life . . . get buck naked and crawl in next to him . . . touch my tongue to his lips, let it work its way in and out to find his. If he stirs, I'll grab my clothes and run out of here. So what's to stop me? I may never have a chance like this again.
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Now, if I can just find him in the dark. He must have turned the night light off when I left for the bathroom . . . oh, there he is. Yikes! How nice is this? . . . I wonder if he'd feel me slipping his pants off? Oops! He doesn't have any on . . . must of took them off while I was gone.
No matter. He's back to sleep now. I will kiss him and leave in a few minutes . . . but not until I fill up on his flesh. Store the memory for the long winter months ahead.
His lips feel so good, bet he doesn't even know his tongue is lingering with mine . . . that it's acting like it wants to mate with mine. He must be dreaming . . . my body is feeling so alive. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. What! Oh, oh . . . he has me on my back, I'm gripping his shoulders. He's trying to enter me as he kisses my neck. His eyes are open, he's softly chuckling and nuzzling my neck . . . murmuring in my ear . . . he's playing with me . . . telling me:
"I'll bet you thought I had too much to drink . . . "
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TO BE CONTINUED: DRUNK (PART 2)
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