Skip to content

July 14, 2012

Heart of the Hedonist

So it was clearly by some sort of miracle that I wound up here tonight. I saw her dancing at the club and I watched her. Covetous, eyes veiled,  I just sat, sipped my drink and watched her.  No, she wasn’t a spectacular dancer, she had some moves sure but she wasn’t outstanding in that capacity. I don’t know why, but for some reason I couldn’t stop looking. I liked the way her hair trailed over her bare shoulders. She would stop now and then, to laugh with one of her friends and lose herself for a minute in happiness. She was self-conscious and self-aware, knew she was attracting attention. She seemed a little uncomfortable at times. I thought she might be a straight girl, dragged here by her friends. I was wrong.

The mystery was why she had chosen me? Out of all the beautiful women in the club tonight, she had homed in on me. I…

View original post 909 more words

From → Uncategorized

Leave a Comment

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: