100-2

I’ve tried not to do it, honestly I have. I’m a good person but every time I see him; I can’t stop myself from fantasizing. It doesn’t matter the place or the time of day or whatever else is going on in my life; it’s my escape. Today I smiled secretly as he enters the elevator; his slate grey pinstripe suit always makes me want to moan. The color brings his eyes to almost piercing silver that could make Margaret Thatcher squirm. The fantasy begins to bloom in my mind as the elevator doors slide close. We’re alone and he doesn’t waste a second of it. He grabs my hair by the nape of my neck to crush me between the wall and his hard body. He’s fierce in his domination of every inch of me and I can do nothing but whimper gladly in submission. *Ding!* The fantasy breaks, as he steps out for his stop, never knowing the lurid things I wished he’d do. Then the impossible happens, he turns smiles and says “Can’t wait to take you for a ride again chere” and winks as the doors slide shut on my astonished face. The only thing I can do is blink and think Well DAMN!

100-1

How does love show itself to you? Does it enrage you when someone hurts someone you care about? Does it whisper sweet nothings in your ear? Does it cover you in a warm blanket on a cold day? Does it scald your soul with passion and blaze through you with the heat of a thousand suns? Does it shred every last one of your senses until nothing remains? I have found that love does all of these things and more. My heart has shattered with both pain and joy on several different occasions. The question I should pose to myself is how do I let the love effect my life. Shall I run and hide until I feel devastated or allow it to slowly slide through me? I suppose my heart actually has a mind of it's own, I will just have to try to "negotiate" with it. *Smile*

100 words for 100 days

In case anyone is wondering I am starting a writing exercise called 100 words for 100 days. You can join me and post links here or not and just comment on my writing. :)