Lust

The entrance; inviting, quiet, safe, hidden. My body; begging, needing, wanting, not stopping. Shoved against the wall; gasping, trembling, anticipating, barely breathing. First exchange; excruciating, tantalizing, exquisite, beyond maddening. Every curve felt; blending, grinding, pressing, moaning. Lips pressed together; greedy, exciting, rushed, igniting. Hands unrelenting; groping, exploring, touching, learning. Fevered frenzy; painful, terrifying, urgent, longing. Fist in my hair; pulling, commanding, gentle, demanding. Zipper opens; gripping, stroking, thickness, tasting. Fingers discover; probing, rubbing, finding, plunging. Almost beyond control; can’t, won’t, shouldn’t, have to. Something lost; given, surrendered, sacrificed, unnoticed. My mind, my body, my soul, my earring.

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About Nina D'Arcangela

Nina D’Arcangela is a quirky horror writer who likes to spin soul rending snippets of despair. She reads anything from splatter matter to dark matter. She's an UrbEx adventurer who suffers from unquenchable wanderlust. She loves to photograph abandoned places, bits of decay and old grave yards. Nina is a co-owner of Sirens Call Publications, a co-founder of the horror writer's group 'Pen of the Damned', founder and administrator of the Ladies of Horror Picture-prompt Monthly Writing Challenge, and if that isn't enough, put a check mark in the box next to owner and resident nut-job of Dark Angel Photography. View all posts by Nina D'Arcangela

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