Strawberries and chocolate

 A strawberry. Why? I don’t know. I guess I was just hungry… though it was not food I really craved for. I shouldn’t think about it, but I suppose in the end you start to think about the beginning.

 I couldn’t have known, I tell myself. I try to comfort myself, my deceived feelings and disappointed senses.

 “It will be alright.”

 “I believe you”- I said.

 I didn’t, but I wanted to.

 She wanted to and she did. Maybe not at first, but when she stepped into my room I saw how her knees weakened.

 She smiled at me. I enjoyed it.

 I didn’t. I just tried to encourage myself, but a part of me wanted to run away as fast as possible.

 OK, maybe she needed a bit of a push foreword. I stroked her shoulder and she shivered, moving her arm as an invitation for mine.

 I got chills- icy-cold as if his fingertips wanted to fix me, frozen so as to not be able to run away. I reached up instinctively to remove his hand, but didn’t want to appear weak and I let him touch me.

 I knew she would. She looked the type. I mightn’t have even bothered at all. A touch and she melted as if in a wild fire. I liked it, but not her. Rosy cheeks, puffy waist, innocent, blue eyes. I wanted a woman, not a Russian doll. She needed to be spiced up.

 I called Room Service. 

 Strawberries and chocolate.

 Well, that did it. My spine relaxed inexplicably. I decided to stay a bit longer. There could be no harm in 5 more minutes, right?

 “Try one!”

 I wanted to see her open her lips.

 I did.

 And why wouldn’t I? It was so sweet; it could do no wrong, could it?

 He dipped the strawberry in dark chocolate. I flushed as the bittersweet taste touched my tongue, existed in that single sensation, numb to everything else.

 He gave me another one. I hardly waited for his hand to approach me.

 As she bit it, I kissed the silky, virgin skin of her neck.

 Delicious!

 Delicious!

 Again!

 Again!

 I couldn’t stop.

 I did not want to stop.

 I wanted more.

 She gave me more.

 A night of pleasure, I’d never even dreamed of.

 She was starting to get to me, but I still hoped not to see her in the morning.

 A night of pleasure I didn’t want to remember, for if I carried that feeling with me, it would make all my life seem gray and dull in comparison. I don’t know how it happened- being seduced

 By Strawberries and Chocolate.