uninvited

"Must be strangely exciting to watch the stoic squirm."

The lights in the room began to dim. And as the lights softened, so did the crowd. The laughter, the clinking of glasses, the polite interruptions of waitresses all turned into a soft hum. Almost like the constant yet comforting sound of a clothes dryer. The crowd was eager and strained to see beyond the sudden darkness to the stage. Almost silent happenings were occurring onstage. Silhouttes of people walking. The sound of stilettos trying to tiptoe into position.

Then as suddenly as the lights went down, the stage lit up. On it sat three girls in was assumedly expensive, overtly arousing outfits. A brunette with long wavy hair wearing a black jumpsuit that looked more like a second skin than an actual layer of clothing. Another brunette, this one with a sleek bob, in a barely there mini skirt and silk cami. A blond whose hair was more than halfway down her back in tight capris and a literally breathtaking corset. Three girls straddling three chairs.

And the hush deepened in the crowd. The waitresses stopped serving and themselves sat to watch the show. Drinks were nursed in effort to keep focus on the show. The women sang. They danced. Eventually they disrobed. There were some in the crowd nearly salivating by the end. Some were clearly aroused and ready to go home to their own lovers.

Then there were the ashamed few. The prude newcomers. The people's whose friend or significant other or sibling or co-worker had pushed them to come. The people who were suddenly faced with a sexuality they had run from their entire lives. The people who found their own deep-seated belief that shows were exploitation of women being overtaken by their own suppressed sexual desire. When the show ended, those people sat transfixed and embarrassed. They were frozen by their internal conflict. They were confused and disgusted by their enjoyment. They were unwilling to face the people they came with. But most of all, those people found themselves reluctant to get up in case they missed the encore.

buttons

"You been saying the right things all night long, but I can't seem to get you over here to help take this off."

He couldn't help but wondering if tonight of all nights was the night he would experience the bittersweet irony of love. Jonah had only gone out to a bar to hang out with his friends, have a couple of beers and talk sports. But he walked in the bar, saw Michelle, and simply could not leave.

And Michelle had talked to him. She smiled coyly, sat leisurely, looked him straight in the eye, and laughed with him. She flirted with him and although he knew it was the drinks influence, Jonah fell for it.

So here they were. How stupidly he had volunteered to take her home. She had clearly sobered up in the car. Her directions had become clearer and clearer during the 20 minute drive and she walked into her apartment with ease. So she was sobered. And she still wanted him.

Michelle sat beside him. She led the conversation into scandalous talk. She put her hand on his knee and pressed her body against his on the couch.

Yet Jonah resisted. He had imagined this situation dozens of time. Except it wasn't some bar fluke that led them to this moment; it was Michelle recognizing Jonah's adoration of her and reciprocating. There was real affection, not a lustful passion. Jonah wanted more than this temporary infatuation. He wanted her to look at him, see him, and still want him.

But the realization came with a rush that Michelle may never feel this way. Or that this could be his opportunity to show his feelings. Either way, this was not a moment he should let slip past. So he didn't.

call my name

"I know its only been three hours but I love it when you call my name."

Temptation is
The thought of you
And me
Gripping sheets
Or headboards

Seduction is
The sweetest kiss
With roving hands

Connection is
Hearts pounding against each other
Intense rhythms
Sweet rides
Intimacy

Satisfaction is
A primal ecstasy
A loss of control
And the sweet euphoria

Addiction is
Opening my eyes
Wanting more
Now