21 June 2008
Fiction Excerpt – Night Out
Posted by Amanda Reid under: General .
Excerpt only
You are naked, at home. Imagine looking through your wardrobe and deciding what you’ll wear tonight. You already know, of course – that outfit that makes you feel most stunning, the most confident and sensuous: your favourite one.
You’ve already showered and finished your hair. Now put on your best lingerie. It would be such a waste if this didn’t get seen.
Slowly slip on your outfit, then carefully unroll your stockings. Or, you can choose to go without stockings tonight. It’s hot and you might want to run your hand up your leg, freshly shaved and ready.
Put on your tiny, most expensive earrings, and the perfume that people comment on. Make up your face with a smudge of red lipstick, to make you appear aroused. Find your shoes – the high heeled ones that are so impractical, for practicality and being sensible have no place in this fantasy.
Take a moment to flirt with yourself in the mirror. Your sexuality is vibrant. Let the anticipation and excitement take hold. Now, with confidence, leave home.
As you walk down the street and hail a taxi, it feels like everyone must be noticing you. Surely they can smell your erotic, steaming mood? Choose one male passer-by, and meet his eyes.
When you alight from the taxi, it’s raining slightly, with a combination of fresh relief and heat hanging in the air. It reminds you of something – a man’s breath on your leg and sweat on the sheets a few summers ago?
Descend the stairs in front of you. Enter the room and expect everyone to become aware of you. Accept a glass of wine, taste it on your lips. Mingle. Your voice is smoother than usual, as you talk with acquaintances, strangers.
You are asked to dance, and he is given the opportunity. He’s a strong partner – he leads you with ease and makes you look good, so you continue to dance with him. To this man, dancing is a form of sex. He holds you close now so you can smell his sweat and feel his heart beat. His attraction to you is raw and direct. He believes he is in charge. Hands wander.
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