Friday, February 13, 2009

Like a ten year old boy with an anthill and a magnifying glass...

Posted by Anonymous.

I really need to hone my powers for good rather than evil, but where would the fun in that be?

I am a... I am...

How do I say this diplomatically?

I am a flirt.

I think you know this about me. You see it in my eyes as they peel the wife beater off of your oh so tanned, sweat beaded chest. I run my mental fingernails down your arms, all knotted and muscled from the manual labor you've been working so hard at (unaware that I've been watching every. stroke. of your hammer and each ropelike tendon as it rippled under your skin) and it gives me a cheap thrill to see your Adam's apple bob as you swallow sharply, realizing that I really AM eye raping you right here in front of God and everybody. And I am not shy about it. I stare at you, daring you to stop me, shivering as I imagine your calloused hands touching me. It would take so little. I let you know this when you look at me with your puppy dog eyes by dropping mine as though I did not want you to catch me looking at you in such an intimate way. You squirm uncomfortably as you realize that you can have me this way, but ONLY this way. One word of acknowledgement, one question verbalized, one physical touch and it all comes to a screeching halt. You don't want that any more than I do, do you? Otherwise, why would you seek me out like this? You want to play my little game. You want me to want you in the way my eyes say that I do. You know that I enjoy toying with you, and that if it was not you it would be someone else. Not because I need to, but because I can.

I am evil.


7 comments:

Anonymous said...

*gulp* I need a glass of cold water now, or maybe a cold shower!

Flirting, when it is just flirting, for the sake of an engaging encounter with an attractive person that you have no intention of carrying to any other level, is OK. It's fun. It's life affirming, and it makes 'me' revel in my power as a sexual and sensual female. Is it evil? Nah. Perhaps it causes onlookers some discomfort, but what the heck. They can deal.

We are sexual beings. But just as importantly, we are SENSUAL beings. We like the taste and texture of fine foods, wine, cloth, the sun on our skin, etc. All of our senses need to be stimulated in order to thrive. For some, that sensory stimulation is as mild and comforting as pb&j, for others, it's an exotic, spicy curry that burns the tongue.

Enjoy your curry, and I'll enjoy mine. ;)

Anonymous said...

Hey, me too! If you are evil then so am I

Hayley said...

I so love this post.

Kate said...

Maybe it's evil. If it is, I don't want to be good.

Anonymous said...

Oh man. I know this. We were 13 years old, and he was my best friend's boyfriend. I would never betray her trust. It started out as jr. high puppy love, but even then the attraction was very powerful. As got older the heat only ratcheted up. I've only seen him a handful of times over the last 20 years, but when we see each other, the sparks just fly. There was a time when we were both free, and maybe we could have started something... but it's better this way.

Pearl said...

Wow. VNicely written and the dead-on truth.
Wheeeeee! Got a slight sweat built up now...
Pearl

Anonymous said...

Holy crap, did I write this? LOL I swear, I SWEAR, this is the truth.

"Because I can."

OMG. I am so glad I am not the only one who is like this!