Forever Lusting

Another Friday night, and Tom was on the prowl. Writer of trashy paperbacks, full of cheap thrills and dark carnality, he was a user of women. A sexual addict, he only cared about his fix, and the suppliers were usually irrelevant. He enjoyed trapping the objects of his lust, and then dropping them like hot potatoes when he’d got what he wanted.

There was plenty of willing prey, and Tom saw himself as the hunter, with no need of conscience. His writing fuelled both his imagination and his attraction for women, and he liked to call the shots. He hadn’t gone short once in the last three years, and tonight he was horny as hell.

He moved his six-foot, athletic frame with practiced ease, as he cast his eye around this bar.  It was early yet, and there wasn’t much on offer.  His predatory instinct told him that this place might not hold too much promise. He was just about to move on to more promising hunting grounds when the bar door opened.

Eternity walked in, in a female form unlike any he’d ever seen before, or would again.  She had that timeless beauty that screams both virgin innocence and scarlet sensuality, sending out devastating pulses of sexual allure in every silken movement of her firm body.

Her hair, black as any raven’s wing, cascaded round a face that spoke of passions hotter than the fires of hell, while enormous dark eyes drew his gaze hypnotically, inviting his very soul into their fathomless depths.  The black dress clung, as if poured on, to every inch of skin it touched.

Electricity charged the air around her, reaching out to him in dizzying waves of irresistible attraction, and the blood red invitation of her full lips was more than he would have attempted to resist.  She smiled warmly, revealing the most perfect teeth, and began to move sensually in his direction.

His mouth was so dry he couldn’t speak, heart hammering like a trapped bird against his ribcage.  Wild glances round the room told his disbelieving eyes that other men seemed unaffected by this goddess, and for once he was unsure of himself, trembling like a rabbit caught in the headlights of her very presence, mortally afraid but unable to move away.