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One Night Only

Before entering the dungeon, she checked herself in the mirror room. Her hair was in the blackest of black; her nails painted in the same colour. She ran her fingers through her skin. The skimpy red dress accentuated her breasts and hips, leaving little to the imagination. Her luscious lips stood out in an inviting shade of rum.

She’s ready.

She licked her lips and stepped in. Tonight is the night she has been waiting to experience all her life.

A rush of adrenaline enveloped her being as soon as she heard the beats. She started swaying her body from left to right while walking in the middle of guys whose eyes were glued to her. She felt power over these lowly species. She blurted a flirtatious laugh. They touched and kissed her everywhere but she didn’t mind because for once in her life, she felt seductive…attractive. No, she felt dirty and sexy.

It was not long before she went up the pole and started performing. Who knew she had such sensual moves? She surely didn’t. Men across the room hissed and sent dirty signals to the stage. Getting encouragement from the club’s patrons and discovering her hidden talent made her dancing erotic.

She was loud and daring, drinking and swearing, partying and enjoying.

She preferred the ambience of the strip clubs to the serene mood of the abbeys. She liked the attention of eyes from strangers better than the listening ears of the aristocrats.They would never know why she chose to go out tonight. They would never understand how a good girl decided to go bad.

Tonight she behaved as if the world is going to end the next day.

For tomorrow is a different story.

Tomorrow, her hair’s going to be blonde again. She will remove her make-up and nail polish; come out of her stripper clothes then pour turpentine all over them. Come morning, the memories of one night in hell is going to perish. When the dawn breaks, she‘ll watch all her things burn. Burn.

* story submitted and posted at Yeah Writers!

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The Wanderer

Like a wanderer I walk as if I don’t know where I am headed to. And I am sad. Yes I am sad. For I don’t belong anywhere. I have no place to go for comfort and solace or somewhere to sleep for a quite night.   I don’t have any one to call and share a meal with.  Sometimes I do feel like I’m lost in a familiar place.

I am alone and lonely. I am  in search for something, or someone, or of people.

All I want is a place where folks smile at me sincerely. All I ask is a friend to care for me genuinely. All I need is a mate who exclusively loves me like no other. All I want is a companion who can physically be there for me when I need a hug, a laugh, a good story or a drink.

Am I the only one in the entire face of the Earth who doesn’t have someone to call “best friend”? Pathetic isn’t it? I don’t know the feeling of  knowing you have at least someone to run to when everything feels like a mess.

You know, someone you can call any time without worrying of disturbing or bothering them because you are sure that you’re not. And even if you are, it doesn’t matter. That person, who gives you advice, slaps you when you’ve done something stupid, dances with you, watches TV with you, tags you along and never forgets you.

You know, someone who never stops caring, no matter what happens and no matter how many years had passed. And that place where it feels like home, making you want to stay forever.

But I haven’t found that person. I haven’t found that place. And I am sad. Yes I am sad, for like any wanderer nobody wants me. People look at me, they greet me, give me a drink and then leave me. There’s nothing to do but go on with my journey. I don’t stay in one place very long. But deep in my heart I wish to stop walking, stop searching and just, rest ; find a home and wander no more.

Ah, that would be bliss.