The Fascination
He had seen her many times..sitting there, looking cooly at him ...and ever since the first time, he had wanted her.
He had never acted on his impulses..but walked out of the place and left her sitting. He'd
never seen her talk to anyone...he'd never seen her even act the least interested. But he
wanted her. He wanted her so badly, that she not only consumed nearly his every waking
moment, but had often times invaded his sleep, waking him with this wanting, this
craving, this feeling, that he had to possess her.
He made a decision. He
would go there tonight, and if she was there, he would make his move.
His
eyes scanned the place quickly when he entered. Aha! There she was, in her usual place.
He managed to control the panic, as another man walked up to her, seemed to look her
over and then walked away.
Time was of the essence...if he was to do it, he
must act now.
He went to her, she seemed to know why he was there..it
seemed that she had been waiting for him, also.
The details were easily
worked out..they left together..he felt such a rush of excitement, that he barely shut the
car door before he pulled her to him and kissed her..not caring if others saw them or
not.
He arrived at home with her more quickly than he'd realized he could
drive, and after carefully opening the car door, picked her up and carried her into the
house and upstairs.
She didn't speak. There was no need.
He sat
her down carefully and with the same movement, began removing her wrap. She did not
protest, it seemed to him that she almost seemed to want his advances, his
fondling.
He clumsily loosened the fastenings that kept her beauty from him.
He lovingly ran his hands over her..God, he'd wanted this for so long... she felt so smooth
under his touch.. he looked into her very being. Would he be able to fill this emptiness in
her?
Would he have enough to satisfy her??
He hoped that he could, it would
kill him if he could not.
To fill the emptiness he saw in her was all he thought of as he held her to him.
He could feel the need to be fulfilled in her, as he caressed every inch of her....
As the pressure to do this thing grew within him, he
lovingly pulled her even closer to him.
The wanting..
The pent up emotions..
The desire ....
He would....he
could.......
Fill
this new fishing tackle box and have a darned mighty fine time fishing with her.......
Copyright 1998-2008
Janet Nix
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