Re: A late night class (Kamikaze)
Posted: 29 Jun 2015, 23:37
Dallas snuggled up closer to the woman. It was almost as though the young lady couldn't get enough of the other. Perhaps the other had put a spell on her. Why else would Dallas be enjoying. . . whatever it is that the woman was doing? Biting her or whatever. It was strange, that was for sure. But it felt good. As time went on, dragging out, it seemed, Dallas started to feel more lightheaded. Perhaps she was dying, but it didn't bother her. If this was dying, it wasn't as bad as everyone made it out to seem.
But then, the woman let go of her. Disappointment flooded every fiber of Dallas' being. What had happened? Why did she let go? Did Dallas do something wrong? Lazily, Dallas opened her eyes to take in the features of the other woman. What was going on? She watched as the woman wiped her lips, which drew Dallas' eyes for a brief moment. Her eyes closed again at the feeling of her hands trailing along her own features. Where the hand had touched, Dallas felt a tingling sensation. Almost like her hand was trying to push the blood back through her veins. When the woman posed the question to Dallas, she felt as though she were pushing through quicksand. Moving in slow motion, if you will.
Could she walk? She didn't know. It might have taken a bit of effort, but Dallas was able to push herself up, wobbily as she was, to her feet. She wobbled slightly on her feet, but remained standing, as though it was a response to the woman's question. Dallas nodded her head slightly, showing that she was ready to go somewhere else, somewhere safer and perhaps a little warmer than where they were. Her friend wouldn't miss her too much, would she? Or had Dallas made up the friend that she was supposed to go meet? At this point, Dallas couldn't remember. She held out her hand, waiting for the woman to take it.
"Changing? How?" she mumbled, her throat feeling as though she had swallowed a cupful of nails.
But then, the woman let go of her. Disappointment flooded every fiber of Dallas' being. What had happened? Why did she let go? Did Dallas do something wrong? Lazily, Dallas opened her eyes to take in the features of the other woman. What was going on? She watched as the woman wiped her lips, which drew Dallas' eyes for a brief moment. Her eyes closed again at the feeling of her hands trailing along her own features. Where the hand had touched, Dallas felt a tingling sensation. Almost like her hand was trying to push the blood back through her veins. When the woman posed the question to Dallas, she felt as though she were pushing through quicksand. Moving in slow motion, if you will.
Could she walk? She didn't know. It might have taken a bit of effort, but Dallas was able to push herself up, wobbily as she was, to her feet. She wobbled slightly on her feet, but remained standing, as though it was a response to the woman's question. Dallas nodded her head slightly, showing that she was ready to go somewhere else, somewhere safer and perhaps a little warmer than where they were. Her friend wouldn't miss her too much, would she? Or had Dallas made up the friend that she was supposed to go meet? At this point, Dallas couldn't remember. She held out her hand, waiting for the woman to take it.
"Changing? How?" she mumbled, her throat feeling as though she had swallowed a cupful of nails.