I heard her go into the bathroom next, and from the next room, I heard my friends… moans through the walls.
I leaned back.
The little statuette on the wall beside the door.
The curtains blowing softly in a chilly breeze.
The red glow of the night-light, casting crooked shadows on the floor.
The bathroom sink… on… off… on… off….
She came back naked, except for her socks.
I could see between the silhouettes of her thighs.
Now, sometimes something happens when a beautiful girl presents herself to you. Naked, floating in the fragrant shower of her aromas.
You lose yourself.
You are lost, and you are fucked, and you are captured….
You are hers.
You belong to her.
You are played out, even if you don’t know it yet.
The moans from the next room grew louder.
Lamplight from the hall.