Stranger (1 rating) by Daphne Vanderbank
Page 1 of 1 It may happen to you one day, the mysterious adventure experienced between
yourself and a stranger. The look and touch you yearn for, being led into and
through a dark building to one destination.
** The night air flowed with warmth as I jumped of the steps of Forty Winks,
I spent the night trying to let loose and have a little fun. I strolled down
the street and twisted my head to an alley when a sparkle caught my eye. There
I saw him, those eyes, flawless hair, with the body of a god, he was leaning on
a damp wall. I halted in step, my mystery man straightened his body staring
almost deep into my soul and he slipped of his shirt. His motion was like a
signal as he slid into a door keeping our eyes locked. His face seduced me and
curiosity overruled. I peered down the alley slowly rolling in and toward the
door, I remember, it looked so cold but the intensity sparked my arousal. I
pushed the door, it crept open and I hadnt a clue what to expect maybe I
should have turned back. I seeped through and peered around the corner. The
staircase there cried out to me. Its spiral rise and shadowed steps made my
mind race. I didnt know what to do, stay or leave. My desire decided for me.
As I climbed the staircase a pictured appeared in my mind, there was a room and
it was so plain, so familiar I dont know where it came from but I was in it I
was all alone, curled and cold in a corner. I reached the top stair and a door
stared me straight in the eye, I reached out to the handle and it was warm.
Once the door was open I stepped into it and it slammed behind me with extreme
power, I jumped backing fright. The door disappeared right in front of me but
in its place a corridor, long and dark to snap me to reality. I felt the fear
raise in my body through every limb. It pulsated through soon to disappear when
I heard this voice that was so smooth it sent a soothing felling to over come
my fear. I tracked down the corridor and stopped, there he was standing in
front of a door and surrounded my two others. His eyes locked into mine once
more, he was more real to me than my own life even though I had yet to touch
him. His body called to me and I could not resist, I crept toward him. Face to
Face with a single glare, his arm raised and his hand gentle gripped my cheek.
Starring deep into my eyes I was advanced upon, his lips met mine they were so
soft, so warm it was almost unreal. I flung my arms around his handsome neck;
closing into his chest I heard his heart racing. I felt as though everything
was perfect and gradually his heart slowed down and he loosened his grip and
backed away from my body, although his body left his eye remained fixed on
mine. His arm pulled behind him and the door swung open, he backed away into
the dark room viewing me seductively. The door shut. Confused I sneakily opened
the door and stepped in, the door slammed shut but I knew it was him and
twisted my upper body to view him. He was gone. I took a close look of where I
was and realized I was in my apartment. The corridor and my mystery man where
gone.
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