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.
