K.S. Grice
Stories (4/0)
Rain of Pleasure
It was a warm summer night when we decided to take a long walk. He left his home and I left mine, then we walked until we met up. Our time was frozen in a moment where cell phones didn’t exist. We only had the anticipation of seeing each other to comfort us as we walked. The rustling of the trees and wind sounds of the night laid the path of a poetic symphony. I thought about the conversation we would have once we connected and smiled. Around him I could always be a version of me that didn’t require a filter. With him I always felt so relaxed like his mere presence drifted us into a world where only we exist. That me was a different type of me and that was a feeling I never felt before. I was falling in love with him the more we spent time together. The anticipation of seeing him was growing more now with each step that I took. Even though I was extremely happy to see him a part of me couldn’t help but wonder if he was really coming. What if I was making this walk alone and he was at home relaxing? One question became many and soon birthed a worry. Still I kept walking. It didn’t take long for me to see him in the distance. I had to compose myself to keep from letting my excitement show. I did walk a little swifter than before to catch up to him quicker. When he saw me, he ran to me as it seems he was just as excited as I was.
By K.S. Grice 4 years ago in Filthy
Mesmerizing Fantasy
I can still remember the day we met. He was sitting at the card table next to mine. We locked eyes for a split second, shared a smile then went about our games. A split second was all it took for my imagination to develop a full-on fantasy about him. I did my best not to let him know that he had captivated me. I kept playing my game, but I was lost in his smile and focused on him. I kept wondering what his voice might sound like and how it might feel to be pressed against his body. I caught myself falling into the moment as I sipped my drink and fell into one of the scenes of my fantasy. “Ooh.” I heard myself say. Then I looked around to see if anyone else had heard me. Everyone was still enjoying themselves as if I weren’t even there and I felt relieved. I tempted the thought of playing another game, but I really wanted to be alone with my thoughts. So, I decided to pick up my winnings and leave the table.
By K.S. Grice 4 years ago in Filthy