She was all you wanted

The address she gave you sounded queer. You had never been to that place before. Neither had you met her before. It was going to be your first date with her.

When you reached the place, it was all grey and brown about you. There was no smell of room freshner. No sight of bright flowers. The tables and chairs was unpretentious. Four legs and a slab to hold stuff like plates and asses. There was a creaking fan right above you.

You knew better than to run for your life. You had been on enough dates and in enough relationships to know that it did not matter where you met her, what she talked about, how and where she was brought up, if she wore an expensive attire or not.

The shabby waiters could not dampen your spirits either. You were there to meet “her” and “she” mattered. Nothing else did. You were as happily anticipating what would unfold here as you would at any other place in the whole fucking wide world.

You called her up. 10 minutes. She knew the trick, didn’t she? There were butterflies in your stomach? You were all jumpy. Happy. 10 minutes flew past. She still was not there. 30 minutes. But you waited. You knew she was teasing you with all her might. Even before you had met her.

Then she arrived. With a lazy gait and a simple simple simple look. You stared at her. By now you knew there was something about her. To prove you right, she sat on the table, right in front of you. Not the chair, the table. You kept staring at her. Man! She smelled divine. Hidden in that simple attire was a vixen. You already wanted to devour every part of her. Taste her. Eat her whole. You did not care who looked at you. And no one did! With you bare fingers, you dug into her and ate her up. She was worth it. Worth all your patience, all your wait.

You promised her that you would come back,

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PS: I was working on a project with a friend which never really took off. I had envisioned this to be the story, and could not help but share it 🙂

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