She was sitting in the train, looking at the landscape disappearing before her eyes, tired from the long travel and the complicated thoughts tormenting her mind. Her stomach aching from the stressful life she was living. A life she was tired of; a big black and heavy cloud standing between her and the future. No hope in sight. What was she doing? The big question echoing in her head.
So many thoughts and not one of them could help her figure out why life could be so difficult, maybe the way we look at things is not the right one. Maybe sometimes there is no answer or the right decision to make. Maybe sometimes the decision is already made and there is no way out. One must follow through with it. if one gets stuck in the process there will be no future and the moment of despair will last forever. Tormenting days and nights, whispering in your ears while you sleep, depriving you of any kind of joy, ruining every single second of what would be right.
She was trying really hard to do the right thing, but she wasn’t sure of being on the right path anymore. Ten years of her life spent on a husband, that had never truly learned how to love, a consuming way of life, slowly leading to the unconscious search for any form of affection while forgetting how to love with so much hate inside.
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She never planned for this: as she was standing at the door, he leaned towards her to kiss her. She was paralyzed not knowing if it was alright to kiss him. The man she was so fascinated by. As he reached her lips, hundred thoughts in her head went silent; it was ok to be herself again. She pushed him against the wooden door returning the kiss, trying to steal more of the love he had to give, and he pulled her closer to him. Anger rose insider her, trying to stop the forbidden feelings burning inside her, she grabbed his throat and pinned him against the door searching his eyes for any signs of distress. He looked back at her with is usual charming smile and gave her time to decide. She turned to the table where the whisky bottle was still standing and told him to undress.
She couldn’t see his baffled and amused face before he began to unbutton his shirt with a half-smile on his face. She sat on the wooden chair sipping his whisky while intensely staring into his eyes. When it came to the underwear his smile became brighter, but he didn’t attempt to stop her, wondering how far this would go.
Slowly she stood up putting the whisky away, moving around him looking at him, letting her nails softly scratching his skin. “sit on the bed, back to the wall” and he did as he was told. She began to undress herself folding carefully every single peace she was wearing, stopping only at her blue underwear. She looked at him with a thin smile as she calmly picked up his clothes to fold, slowly, in silence. They could both feel the tension as she walked to him to sit on his lap, careful, without touching him. Then she kissed him again. “Any wishes?” she said running her lips down at his neck making sure, every breath was close to his skin, wondering if he was going to free her of the bra and without waiting for an answer, she bit into is neck.
Aromatic deception 