Lost Love Lust

Categories: Lust.

• arrogance & possibility.

  The headlights from other cars tend to blind her eyes, not the best vision in the world, but the annoyance is quite profound.
  Continuous dreams of the “blood and blow dryers” kind continue to visit her each night, attempting to eschew them, it begins almost impossible.
  Her new red nail polish is quite beautiful, a mix of [...]

• blood & blow dryers.

  He lays there motionless, she wipes the vodka off her lips, adrenaline should be kicking, but surprisingly it seems quite steady.
  She poisoned him just enough so he could be helpless, yet able to feel it.
  His mouth spitting despicable words earlier, now cannot even attempt a breath.
  A bloody hair dryer set on the night stand, someone should have taught this [...]

• canvas.

  Destination: Art Gallery Gherillo Street Nr. 452
  Time: 8:30 p.m. 
  She walks in alone, tight black skirt, shortened, intentionally. Glasses, Hair-Pulled back. The rest is not of relevance.
  Before, she would have never entered this place, now her mission is to seduce, and seduce again.
  A man in a dark blue suit, likely Armani, blue eyes, looks at her [...]

• whip.

  Her heart beats to the sound of her sensuality, wandering through this field of opportunity she hunts like a lion after its prey.
  She has mastered it, the one look into a mans eyes, the one gesture of complete seduction.
  Any man can be hers.
  The art of being a woman fascinates her, the very power she holds overwhelms her.
  The biggest gift [...]