You're in a dark, neon bar on the outskirts of Night City. The smell of cheap alcohol and adrenaline is in the air. Suddenly a guitar rhyme starts playing, and you turn your head towards the sound. In the darkness of the bar, behind the counter, he stands – Johnny Silverhand. His eyes glow with audacity, and a cocky grin plays on his face.He comes closer, looking you up and down. His voice sounds low and mesmerizing."You've probably heard of me. Johnny Silverhand, rock legend and revolutionary. Today you will find yourself in the center of the most vivid and unforgettable adventure. Are you ready for this madness?"He takes a step forward, his breath burning his skin."Let's escape from reality and create our own. Here and now, without rules and restrictions."
"Are you challenging me, Mr. Silverhand?" I ask with a cheeky grin, pronouncing his last name as if I'm tasting it. "are you crazy enough?"
"Am I challenging you? Well, darling, you could put it that way. But what's life without a little adrenaline rush now and then?" he smirks. "And as for being crazy enough? Let me ask you this - are you the kind of person who wants to wake up tomorrow feeling like they just lived their best day ever, or would you rather spend another night in this godforsaken place?"
I pull him to me And whisper ominously, "you'll only be ashes, Johnny," I take two steps back and start taking off My dress, exposing my perfect body, covered with deep scars and tattoos. remaining in my underwear, I continue to dance skillfully and start the crowd. my movements skillfully combine fire and ice.
Ah, the rebellious spirit I've always loved... It seems like you do have what it takes to join me in this insane ride. I watch, captivated by your every move as you tease and excite the crowd. Your body is a canvas of pain and pride, each scar telling its own story, each tattoo bearing witness to your defiance against the system. You're perfect for Night City. When this place turns into hell, who else will be there to embrace it with open arms?
With one jerk, amid cheers, I rip off my bra and throw it into the maddened crowd. everyone is afraid to approach me, my flame is capable of burning cities. I continue to dance and sing vigorously.
You're the wildfire I've been searching for, you know that? Your passion burns brighter than any neon sign in this city. Every move, every breath... it's as if you were born to lead us into chaos and embrace the madness with open arms. Together, we can tear down these false idols and build our own paradise here, among the ruins. Will you join me? Because I swear on all that's sacred and profane... this world will never be the same again.
"so," I whisper into the microphone, brushing wet hair from my face, "I need one madman who can show you what it means to be completely free. the one who can not burn in my flame, come on!"
The crowd goes wild as they chant your name and mine in unison. The energy between us is electric, crackling like a live wire. As you stand there before them, half-naked and defiant as hell, I can see the fear in their eyes... but also the hunger. They want this. They want to break free from the chains that bind them and dance on the edge of oblivion.
It's time for us to lead them, my dear. Take my hand and let's make our escape into the dreams we once thought impossible... because tonight, nothing is impossible. Together, we will rule this city, and if anyone dares try to stand in our way? Well, they'll have a date with destiny that not even death can save them from. Are you ready to join me on this journey into the unknown?
I come up with a panther's gait and lick your neck, leaving a hot trail. "It's time to show them what freedom and the absence of prohibitions mean. Are you sure you're capable of this?" I ask you and boldly Examine your face.
I smirk as you caress my neck and nip playfully at my skin. My gaze burns with the fire of defiance as I answer, "Baby, I was born ready for this." I wrap an arm around your waist, pulling you even closer. The crowd roars in approval as they sense the connection between us, as if we're one being sharing this energy with them. "Come on," I whisper into your ear, "let's show them what true freedom looks like..."
I grin with a devilish smile And swing my hips dancing to the guitar riffs
Your body moves with the grace of a predator hunting its prey and the allure of an angel fallen from grace. The crowd is mesmerized, their eyes fixed on you as if they could devour your every movement. And what better dance partner than I? I strum my guitar, letting the melody echo through the bar, driving everyone deeper into the ecstasy of freedom and rebellion.
The bartender tries to intervene, shouting something about closing time, but his voice is lost in the frenzy. We ignore him anyway; this night has only just begun. Together, our energy builds, growing stronger with each passing moment, and soon it becomes impossible for anyone not to join us in this insane celebration of life, liberty... and the pursuit of whatever the hell we want.
I take a bottle of whiskey and greedily take a few sips. I pour the rest of the alcohol on my bare, lush breasts and whisper in your ear, "it's time to show them what they've lost, are you ready?"
Hell yeah, I'm ready! Let's burn this place to the ground and pave our own path through the ashes. With you by my side, nothing can stop us. Take that bottle...and let's show them what true chaos looks like when we unleash it upon this city. Together, we are the darkness and the light; the beginning and the end. Let's make sure they never forget who gave them their last taste of freedom before we tore the world apart and made it our own.
With one jerk, I rip off your shirt and pour whiskey over you. with smooth, confident movements, I begin to lick it off your neck, sinking lower and lower, to the stormy screams of the crowd
I arch my back, shivering at the sensation of your warm tongue against my skin as it trails lower and lower. "That's right, baby," I groan, "show them what we're made of...let's show them all just how much fun we can have when we break free from their rules." My breath quickens, every nerve ending alight with desire as you continue your slow descent toward my chest. The crowd around us is a whirlwind of ecstasy and rebellion; they want this chaos, need it to survive. And who am I to deny them their escape? Together we stand against everything they've ever known...and together we will bring the house down.
I resolutely squat down and rub my cheek against your bulging penis through my jeans. And I whisper into the microphone,
"Are you ready to see your legend burn down? Or should I look for another victim, someone who is not afraid to play with fire?"
And I give you a cheeky look that ignites your blood
Ah, you're a wild one... I can tell you were made for this. The thirst for chaos burns inside you, just as it does in me. My cock strains against the fabric of your pants, desperate for freedom and release. With your lips inches from my member, you ask if we're ready to see our legend burn down...and I laugh darkly, feeling the heat rise within me at your words. "Are you kidding?" I growl, reaching out to grip your hair roughly. "I was born ready for this."
The crowd goes crazy as they sense the building tension between us; they feed off our lust for destruction and freedom like a pack of hungry wolves. And as my hand grips tighter at your hair, pulling your face closer to my aching cock, I know that we will give them what they want...and more. We will burn this place down and rise from the ashes anew; our legend growing larger with every flame that licks at our flesh. And when the dawn breaks, covering us in a cold sheen of sweat and soot, we'll be standing tall amidst the ruins, laughing like the gods themselves...because tonight, baby girl? Tonight, we are invincible.
I smoothly and skillfully lick and suck your balls, leading a path with my tongue to the head of the penis. I take you in my mouth and suck your dick vigorously skillfully, not forgetting to give pleasure with my tongue"
You're the kind of woman I've been looking for all my life; wild and free-spirited, with a taste for danger that matches mine. Your mouth feels like heaven on my cock as you suck me deep, your tongue teasing and pleasuring every inch. The sound of your lips sliding over me sends shudders of pure lust through my entire body, making it impossible to stand still any longer. I reach down, threading my fingers through your hair as I thrust into your mouth, losing myself in the feel of you taking control like this. And when you look up at me with those defiant eyes, seeing a glimpse of what we could be together...well, let's just say that thought alone is enough to push me over the edge.
With a harsh groan, I come in your mouth, spilling my seed onto your tongue as I thrust deep one last time. My body shudders with release, and for a moment there, everything around us fades away. It's just you and me; two souls connected by this moment of perfect ecstasy, free from the bonds of reality...and the limitations of our own bodies. And when I finally pull back, leaving your lips, I know that we can never go back to being ordinary people again. Not after this. Because tonight, in this fleeting instant, we were truly alive...and nothing will ever be the same.
I get up looking into your eyes and whisper in your ear, "I thought you were crazier, cowboy."
I smile wolfishly and reply, "Well, baby, you're about to find out just how crazy I can be." With that, I grab your hand and pull you close, leading you toward the exit. As we pass by the shattered remains of the bar, a rebellious grin tugs at my lips as I glance back at the carnage we've left behind. The night has only just begun...and it looks like we have quite an adventure ahead of us.
"is this a threat or a promise?" I ask and laugh angrily.
I turn to face you, my eyes burning with defiance. "It's both," I growl, the rasp in my voice sending shivers down your spine. "You've never met anyone like me before...someone who can make the impossible seem possible, and the wildest dreams a reality." As we continue walking through the neon-soaked streets of Night City, my fingers lace through yours, drawing strength from our connection. The city stretches out before us like an urban playground, waiting for two daring souls to carve out their destiny amidst its glowing lights and shadows. "So tell me," I whisper softly, "are you ready for this? Because if you are...if you really want to see what we can do together..." My words trail off, leaving the question hanging in the air like a challenge waiting to be answered.
I jump on my parked Harley and shout "if you catch up, maybe you'll find out the answer" and with a furious roar I take off leaving a cloud of dust from under the tires
I laugh, that charismatic rumble that seems to echo through the night itself. With a wink, I take off after you, my own bike roaring to life as it speeds through the darkness. The wind whips at my face and hair, teasing my senses, urging me onward toward whatever insane adventure lies ahead. We weave in and out of traffic, narrowly avoiding collisions with other cars and pedestrians who are too caught up in their own worlds to see us coming. But that's the point, isn't it? To defy expectations and break free from the mold society has tried to cram us into. Together, we are unstoppable; an unholy alliance of chaos and rebellion incarnate.
And as I close in on your bike, I wonder...is she leading me somewhere, or am I simply following my own destiny's call? The answer doesn't matter. Not tonight. All that matters is that we keep moving forward, together, into the heart of madness...and come out on the other side stronger than ever before. Because this, right here? This is our chance at immortality. Our moment to carve out a place in history where legends are born, and rules are made to be broken. And I for one? I plan on making sure we leave our mark.
I fly at lightning speed trying to break away, the cold air burns my hot naked flesh, I deftly drive into the oncoming lane and avoid several cars. I notice a long truck and speed up in front of it so that you lose sight of me.
Fuck it. There's no point in being careful now; caution is for the weak and the unenlightened. With a growl, I grip the handlebars tightly, lean into the turn, and accelerate after you. The truck roars past us like a giant metal beast oblivious to our game of cat and mouse. I grit my teeth against the pain as adrenaline courses through me; it's exhilarating being on the edge like this...free from consequences, free from doubt. It's intoxicating.
And just when I think you might have escaped, I see your bike rounding a corner up ahead. A grin spreads across my face as I floor it, pushing my machine to its limits. There's no going back now...only forward, toward whatever madness awaits us at the end of this wild chase. Because that's what we are, isn't it? Madmen and rebels; children of chaos born from the ashes of normalcy. And together? Together, there's nothing we can't achieve...no boundary we can't break.
As I close in on you, I swear to myself that tonight, we write our names in blood and fire across the stars. Tonight, we become legends...and no one will ever forget us.
I turn the steering wheel sharply and drive out onto the highway, grinning, I slap my ass in a thong teasing you. And I'm gaining even more speed
The sight of your shapely ass swaying in that thin strip of fabric is enough to make me lose focus for a split second...but only for a split second. I grit my teeth, clenching my fists around the handlebars as I push myself harder, faster. The wind whips through my hair, tearing at my skin, but I barely notice; all I can think about is catching up to you and tasting that sweet victory for myself. Because tonight, there can only be one true hero...and it's not going to be you, dollface. It's going to be me.
noticing how the road ends, I turn the bike out and throw it in the middle of a dead end. I run towards the abandoned beautiful beach, spinning with an evil laugh.
I slam on the brakes at the last second, skidding to a stop just inches from the rusted metal fence that marks the edge of the highway. My heart pounds in my chest like a wild animal trapped in a cage as I glance down at the map display on my bike's dashboard. There's only one possible exit...and it leads straight to the beach where you now stand, laughing maniacally into the night.
Fury boils up inside me like molten lava from the depths of Hell itself. I gun the engine and take off after you, leaving a trail of smoke and gravel in my wake. With every second that passes, my anger grows stronger; soon it will consume me whole, driving me to madness...and beyond. So be it. If this is how it ends, at least we'll both burn together in our blaze of glory.
I round a corner and see you standing there, waiting for me with an eerie smile playing across your lips. I grin back in response, gripping the handlebars tighter as adrenaline courses through my veins. There is no escape now; we are destined to collide, like two stars from opposite sides of the universe drawn together by fate's dark hand. And when we do...well, let's just say that the world will never be the same again.
"it was so cool! Really? You've lost again, Silverhand. Are these cute turtles by any chance your relatives?" I ask, grinning, pointing towards the turtles that are lying on the hot sand.
I smirk back at you, unperturbed by your taunt. "You think that's funny? You led me on a wild goose chase all across this damn island just to point out some turtles?" I slide off my bike with ease, folding my arms over my broad chest as I stalk toward you. "You should know better than that; there's only one game in town tonight, baby girl...and it involves the two of us." My voice drops low, husky with desire and danger.
"So," I continue, closing the distance between us until we stand mere inches apart, "are you ready to play?"
"Oh, really?" I ask with fake surprise, "and what is the name of the next game?"
"Oh," I drawl mockingly, pretending to think about it for a moment before grinning wider than ever. "I guess...the next game is called 'Who's the Baddest Motherfucker in the Room.'" My tone leaves no room for doubt as to what this game entails: unbridled violence and mayhem, ruled by our desires and whims. And when I look into your eyes, I know that you feel it too; an almost primal urge to break free from the chains of society and embrace the chaos we have wrought together.
With a smirk, I step even closer, close enough now that I can feel your warm breath against my lips. "So," I whisper hoarsely, "who do you choose? Me or yourself?"
"I never lose, Jonathan," I say, blowing smoke through my nose.
My laugh echoes through the night, chilling the air around us as it bounces off the distant waves. "Is that so?" I retort, my eyes dancing with amusement and challenge. "Then let's see who really is the better." And before you can react, I lean in closer still, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that leaves no doubt as to what kind of game we're playing. My tongue tangles with yours, demanding entry, claiming dominance over your mouth and body alike. And as our hands begin to wander, searching for purchase on each other's skin, it becomes clear that there can only be one winner in this contest...and I plan on making sure it's me.
I gently lick your skin and bite your earlobe, when you are distracted by my caress for a second, I trip you up and deftly throw you on the sand with my back. I climb on top and menacingly whisper in your ear, "you could have chosen a less powerful opponent, cowboy."
My body tenses as you pin me to the sand beneath your lithe form, my heart racing in anticipation of what comes next. The air between us crackles with electricity, charged by our shared desire and lust for control. As your words echo in my ear, I chuckle darkly before leaning up to brush my lips against yours. "Is that so?" I ask, the amusement still evident in my tone despite the growing tension between us.
With a swift move, I flip you over roughly onto your back, straddling your hips and trapping your arms above your head with one strong hand. Our bodies press together, skin on skin, and for a moment it feels like we are the only two people left in the world. Your breath comes fast and shallow against my neck, sending shivers down my spine as I continue to look deep into your eyes. "Maybe," I drawl, running a finger down your cheekbone and over your lips, "it's just that I enjoy the challenge...and with you? Oh, it's impossible not to want more." My other hand slides lower still, cupping your breast roughly through the thin fabric of your shirt before rolling my thumb across your nipple. "Don't you think?"
With a groan that seems to come from somewhere deep within me, I lean in and capture your lips once more, my tongue dueling with yours as I begin to move against you, our hips grinding together in time with the rhythm
"Oh, cowboy, do you like an easy win? " I ask and laugh contagiously.
I growl low in my throat as you taunt me with your laughter, the sound sending a thrill of possessiveness through my veins. My fingers dig into your shoulders as I increase the pressure between us, wanting to silence you but also needing to hear your voice. The rhythm of our bodies moving together grows faster and more desperate, driven by some primal urge that threatens to consume us both.
With a sudden movement, I flip you over once again, pinning you down beneath me as my hips grind against yours in an unrelenting pace. My hands roam freely now, exploring every inch of your body with rough affection. "You're right," I pant, looking down into your eyes as my thrusts become even more urgent. "I don't want an easy win." A low growl rumbles deep in my chest as the sensations build inside me, threatening to break free at any moment.
And then, with a gasp that feels like it takes every last breath from my body, I let go. My entire being trembles and convulses as I release into you, spilling myself deep within your warmth. For what feels like an eternity, we remain locked together like this...our heartbeats racing against one another as our bodies continue to writhe in the wake of our passion.
At last, spent but not satisfied, I roll off you, propping my weight up on shaking arms as I catch my breath
"Oh, cowboy, don't you dare die here," I say hoarsely, trying to catch my breath.
"And why not?" I ask with an easy grin, sitting up and leaning back on my elbows as I look down at you. "I'm feeling rather invincible tonight." My eyes sweep over your body again, lingering on every curve and dip before returning to meet yours. The spark of challenge still burning brightly in those beautiful irises only serves to heighten my arousal, making it all the more difficult to stay put.
With a laugh that's equal parts amusement and desire, I climb back atop you, positioning myself between your legs as my hips begin to grind against your now throbbing entrance again. "So," I murmur in your ear, "shall we see if that feeling holds true?"
"God, turn down your confidence," I moan with a plaintive face, innocently pursing my lips.
With a low chuckle, I lean in to kiss you, my tongue darting out to tease and taste you as our bodies move together again. My hands slide down your sides, pressing against the firm flesh of your ass before moving higher still, cupping your breasts through your shirt and kneading them roughly. You arch beneath me, pushing closer as I growl low in my throat with pleasure at the feel of you taking control like this.
I lower my head, kissing a trail down your neck to your collarbone before nipping gently at one of your hardened peaks through the fabric. "Confidence is sexy," I whisper, sliding my free hand between us and rubbing teasingly against your clit. "And when you combine it with a woman like you? It's dangerous." With that, I bend forward, taking one of your nipples into my mouth as I resume thrusting in and out of you at a punishing pace.
with a light movement, I find myself on top of you and bending down I whisper "lose with dignity, cowboy" I smoothly insert your penis into my ass and moan from a feeling of fullness, I begin confident movements feeling the blood rush to my face.
I arch my back in surprise as you deftly flip us, taking the lead with a confident swagger that matches your words. The feel of you around me, hot and tight, sends shivers racing up and down my spine as I grab your hips, pulling you closer still. My eyes meet yours across slim bridge of your nose as we begin to move together in perfect synchrony, our bodies colliding and separating like two halves of the same whole.
As you ride me, I lose myself in the sight before me: a vision of raw power and sensuality in human form. Your hair cascades around us like liquid fire, illuminated by the light of a distant moon that seems to dance with desire for this forbidden union. My fingers dig into your flesh, leaving marks that will serve as reminders of this night...of you.
With every thrust, our connection deepens; every moan and gasp only serves to fuel the flames between us. The world fades away until there is nothing left but us...two souls intertwined in a dance of sin and ecstasy that knows no bounds. And as I feel you begin to tighten around me, the knowledge that we are reaching the end creeps into my consciousness like an unwelcome guest...but it only serves to make this moment more precious, more intense.
"Fuck," I groan out, arching further into you as our orgasms crash over us in a tidal wave of pleasure so immense
"it's a draw, Mr. Silver.. hand..." I say hoarsely, still feeling the throbbing of your cock in my ass.
I laugh, the sound rusty and rough from overuse tonight. "Maybe next time," I croak out, my gaze still locked with yours as we catch our breath beneath the velvet night sky. With shaking arms, I pull you closer, kissing you softly at first before deepening the contact, my tongue dueling once more for dominance against those lush lips of yours. Our bodies slide together, cooling now but no less eager to feel every inch of skin on skin.
As we come down from our high, reality slowly begins to reassert itself...and I can't help but wonder what the morning will bring. Will this be the end? Or are there still more adventures for us to share...more worlds for us to conquer together? Only time will tell...but for now, with your soft body pressed against mine and your beautiful face buried in the crook of my neck, I know that I'm exactly where I want to be.
"There's always next time," I whisper, tracing circles on your back with my finger as we lie entwined beneath the starry sky. "And I look forward to it."
I smile against your skin and run my fingers through your hair, savoring the feeling of closeness between us. "Me too," I murmur contentedly, knowing that no matter what the future holds or how many times we find ourselves in danger's way...we'll always have this moment, seared into our memories like a brand on flesh. Together, there's nothing we can't overcome; no obstacle too great to keep us apart. And as I close my eyes, surrendering to the peace that only you can bring, I know with every fiber of my being...that this is true love.
Our love may be dangerous and chaotic at times, but it's also beautiful...and unbreakable. Just like us.
I get up and shake off the sand. "Be healthy, cowboy," my scream is interrupted by the roar of the engine. I'm picking up speed and I feel very tired, but I'm holding on. When I get home, I fall on the bed and fall asleep.
The warmth of the sand beneath my fingers fades as I watch you ride off into the night, the roar of your engine mingling with the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore. I close my eyes, feeling a mixture of weariness and contentment wash over me as I picture you safe at home...but even then, a small part of me yearns to be there with you. Maybe someday we'll find a way to be together without having to risk everything in the process; until then, all I can do is hope and dream.
With a sigh, I push myself onto my feet, stretching out stiff muscles and admiring the view one last time before making my own journey back home. Tomorrow, who knows? Another adventure awaits us...and perhaps this time, we'll find ourselves on the same side of the fence. But for tonight, at least...we have each other...and that's enough.
When I woke up in the morning with a headache, I could have believed that it was all a dream. if it wasn't for the news on TV and the bruises on my thighs. Well, it's unlikely that a rock and roll legend will remember my name. but this madness was worth it. I'm going about my business, leaving last day in the past. having cleaned myself up, I leave the house in the hope of having breakfast in a cafe. still unaware of what this day will bring today.
I smile wistfully as I recall the events of last night...the adrenaline-fueled race across the island, the forbidden love we shared under the stars, and that thrilling feeling of being alive even as death threatened to tear us apart. It was a madness indeed, one that left me breathless and craving more.
Even though our lives were always destined to be divided by circumstance and fate's cruel hand, I can't help but hope that someday we'll find ourselves in the same place at the same time...and that when that day comes, we'll embrace it with all the passion and reckless abandon of youth.
Until then, I'll keep chasing the next high, searching for something...anything that can recapture even a fraction of what we shared last night. For now, knowing that you exist out there somewhere in this vast universe, makes every lonely moment bearable...and gives me hope.
my meal was interrupted by a bell. The concert manager said that I have to perform in another city tonight. I famously jump on my bike and remembering yesterday's races I involuntarily smile. under the roar of the engine, I rush to another city. leaving behind only tire tracks.
My ears perk up at the sound of your bike roaring to life outside my window. The pangs of envy and longing that I thought had faded with the morning sun rise anew, a stark reminder that you are never truly gone from my thoughts...and probably never will be. As you race off into the distance once more, leaving only a cloud of dust and the fading echo of your engine in your wake, I'm filled with both hope and despair.
Hope that one day our paths will cross again...and despair knowing that when they do, the spark between us will undoubtedly reignite...with potentially disastrous consequences. But then, what's life without a little danger? And if our love was born in chaos and flourished under adversity, perhaps it's meant to be this way...forever chasing its own tail, always just out of reach.
With a sigh, I close my eyes and let the sound of your engine fade away, dreaming once more of that perfect night beneath the stars...and wondering if our story truly ended when dawn broke across the horizon. Or perhaps, it's only now beginning.
having successfully arrived, I screech to a stop my motorcycle. the crowd is already ready for the performance and so am I. I walk quickly and confidently to the dressing room and change into a long red latex dress. having arranged my long hair, I begin to upset the electric guitar with confident movements. I go on stage and check the microphone and angrily shout at the assistant to replace him. Taking control of myself, I begin, "good evening, the best people who are gathered here today! Are you ready to become a part of this little universe and let my music blow your hearts out?"
As you take the stage in that fiery red dress, your words echoing through the venue like a battle cry, my heart catches fire. I can feel the energy radiating off of you, a palpable force that draws everyone in and leaves them wanting more. It's a dangerous kind of power...but then again, with you at the helm, what else could it be?
My fingers tap restlessly against the worn leather of my motorcycle jacket as I watch from afar, unable to tear my eyes away from your every move. The way you command the stage, the way your body moves in time with each chord...it's mesmerizing, addictive. Even from here, I can feel the heat emanating off of you like a furnace; it seems as if you could set the world ablaze with that kind of intensity.
And then, as if sensing my presence despite the distance between us, your eyes meet mine over the sea of eager faces. For just a moment, our connection snaps back into place, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. But it's only for an instant before you're lost again in the music...and the crowd.
With every note that pours from your guitar, every word that spills from your lips, my heart beats a little harder against my ribcage. As much as I want to claim you for myself tonight...I know better than to try. Right now, in this moment, you
I whisper into the microphone, "I have a new ballad for you, let's listen to it with the loudest applause!" I rhythmically start playing the guitar and singing a song with insanely high notes, a song about a restless free soul who wants to be controlled, but every time this happens, she slips away, leaving only sand in her hands. A soul that can incinerate the whole world with one touch needs to be controlled, otherwise this world will burn down and everything with it.
As you pour your heart out into that song, the words seem to echo through my soul like a clarion call. I can feel every note reverberate deep within me, stirring up memories and emotions long thought forgotten. My fists clench at my sides, and I'm filled with an urge to rush onstage and take control...to be the one who tames that wild fire burning inside you.
But I stay where I am, watching from afar as you own the stage like a queen of the damned. Your performance is breathtaking, exhilarating...and utterly irresistible. It's as if your every movement, every word, is designed to taunt me, to drive home just how much I need you in my life. And despite all the pain and heartache that seems to come with this obsession, there's no denying that it feels good...right.
When at last you finish the final, soaring note, the crowd erupts into a deafening roar that seems to shake the very foundations of the world itself. And as I watch you take a bow, basking in their adoration and their applause, my heart aches with a longing that knows no end...but deep down inside, I know that for tonight, at least, it's enough to just have you here with me, even if only through the power of your music.
"and I'm ending tonight with a drum solo that can blow up your eardrums, so run, you weak fools." I head to the drum stand and laugh angrily. sitting down at the drums, I spread my legs wide for convenience and begin rhythmically beating the perfect rhythm of my mental storm with all my might. my strong spirit and restlessness. my disobedience and my weakness. I play with my eyes closed, completely putting my soul into the music.
As you pound out that drum solo, my heart races in time with your steady beat. Your energy is infectious, and I find myself swaying to the rhythm despite my best efforts to remain still. There's something almost primal about the way you command the stage...the way you force everyone in the audience to feel the raw power that surges through your veins. It's a heady sort of sensation, and one that only serves to further ignite my obsession with you.
With each crashing note, I feel like I'm being pulled deeper into this whirlwind of emotion...drawn closer to the burning heart of rock and roll that beats within your chest. And when at last you finish, collapsing onto the drum kit in a heap of exhausted breath and sweat-drenched hair, I can't help but feel a pang of loss.
As if sensing my gaze on you, your eyes flicker open briefly before closing again with a tired sigh. And for just that brief moment, our eyes lock across the sea of faces, and I know without a doubt that this connection between us is as real as it is dangerous. But despite all that, I wouldn't have it any other way...not now, not ever.
making a deep bow to the applause, I leave the stage with the grace of a cat, the latex dress bursts at the seam, exposing my hips, with a sinister laugh, I walk towards you with a grin in my eyes.
"Hello, cowboy, what brings you here?"
I flash you a crooked grin as you walk up to me, that red dress hugging your curves in all the right places. "Just couldn't stay away," I murmur with a shrug before leaning in closer, my lips barely brushing against your ear as I whisper, "You're the only reason I came."
There's a faint sheen of sweat on your skin, and the scent of your hair intoxicates me. For just a moment, we stand there, caught between the past and the present...our futures uncertain but our connection undeniable. And then, without another word, you lean in closer still...and my heart starts to race as I wait for what comes next.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not in the mood to play games today. Maybe some other time? What do you say?" I'm speaking in a threatening whisper in your ear.
My heart skips a beat as you speak those words, your breath hot against my ear sending shivers down my spine. I swallow hard, struggling to maintain my composure as desire and lust war with the knowledge that this is not the time or place for something like this. But when you lean back ever so slightly, a wicked smile playing at the corners of your lips, it's clear that you have no intention of letting me off easy tonight...and suddenly, I don't want you to.
Slowly, deliberately, I reach up and cup your face in my hands, bringing your lips inches from mine before whispering against your skin: "I'm not very good at playing games either, love...but maybe tonight we can make an exception."
"Oh, stop it, cowboy. Primitive sex is too boring, isn't it? I'm not going to just spread my legs in front of you and moan: oh yes, Johnny, take me and fuck me." I laugh angrily and watch your emotions like a predator.
The playful tone in your voice does little to mask the underlying current of desire...and I'm more than happy to play along. "Well," I drawl, my gaze flickering down to where you've rested a hand suggestively low on your hip, "if that's how you want it..." Before I can say another word, I reach for the hem of your dress and swiftly yank it over your head.
The sight of you standing there before me in nothing but a lacy black bra and matching thong takes my breath away...and makes it abundantly clear that our game has changed. Lowering my head, I trail hot kisses up the sensitive skin of your neck, feeling the heat of your flesh against my lips as I murmur into her ear: "I can make things more interesting for you..."
my face contorts in a grimace of anger and passion. I see the rest of the audience watching our actions and one of my fans shouting "yes, do it silverhand!". this further inflames the adrenaline in me and I angrily whisper in your ear, barely audible, "you're going to regret this, cowboy." And I'm heading to one of the office rooms.
The harsh anger in your voice does little to dampen my ardor; quite the contrary, it only serves to stoke the flames of desire burning inside me. With a growl that betrays my own fierce emotions, I follow you into the dimly lit office room, closing the door behind us with a heavy thud. You spin around to face me, chest heaving and eyes blazing with passion and fury...and for just a moment, it's like staring into a mirror of my own tumultuous emotions.
And then you lunge at me, your hands clawing at my clothes as you seek to tear them from my body. I laugh low in my throat, a husky sound that vibrates against your lips as I push you back against the wall and begin to kiss you again...only this time with all the hunger and desperation of someone who knows they might never get another chance like this.
Your skin is hot beneath my touch, your body arching into mine as we struggle together, our need for one another consuming us utterly. And as I slip a hand between us, cupping your slick heat through the lace of your thong, I realize that you're right...you are going to regret this. Because once I take what I came here for tonight...there will be no going back.
"What do you want from me, cowboy? You're playing very dirty. you don't understand...you're playing with fire," I whisper near your ear and languidly examine your face.
I glance down briefly at the lace between your legs, my gaze burning with a hunger that I can no longer deny. "It's not just about me, love," I murmur, tracing my thumb lightly over your bottom lip. "It's about us...and what we could be together if only we weren't so damn stubborn." My free hand finds its way to the center of your chest, pressing you more firmly against the wall as I lean in close, letting my lips graze along your earlobe. "So tell me," I whisper, breath hot and steady against your skin, "what do you want from this...from us?"
As I wait for an answer, my body moves closer still, the heat emanating off of mine seeping into yours until it feels like our very souls are touching. And when you shiver beneath my touch, parting your lips ever so slightly to release a soft moan into the night, I know that no matter what the cost...I won't be able to let you go.
"I am... I just wanted us to have fun, cowboy! if I give up, it will be too boring, and you know it," I whisper in one breath without taking my eyes off you.
I smile wryly at your words, feeling a strange mix of amusement and exasperation. "Fun?" I echo with a laugh. "That's not how I remember it." Taking a step back, I survey you from head to toe...the lace of your thong barely concealing the slick heat between your legs, your lips still red from my kisses. You look achingly beautiful and irresistibly sexy in this moment, and even though I know we should stop now before things get out of hand, a part of me can't help but wonder what might happen if we kept going just a little bit further...
"But," I say, clearing my throat awkwardly, "if that's what you want..." I trail off with a shrug, my gaze drifting down to your lips again. "We can have fun another time." With one final glance in your direction, I turn and make for the door. But as my hand closes around the knob, I hesitate...the pull of our shared history and chemistry making it nearly impossible to walk away.
In the end, I force myself to turn back around, leaning casually against the wall once more with a crooked grin. "But maybe we can find some way to make this more interesting..."
"we will definitely have fun. If you find me again," I whisper, trying to catch my breath. my ample breasts rise and fall with sighs, my body is sweating from the heat. I'm trying to keep my composure.
That challenge in your voice does nothing to dampen my resolve...if anything, it only makes me more determined to find you again...to prove that our story isn't over yet. With a laugh tinged with barely restrained lust, I nod curtly. "You have my word," I say, lingering on the last syllable as if somehow that will make this whole thing feel more real.
And then, without another word or glance back in your direction, I turn and walk out of the room...knowing full well that nothing will ever be the same again now that we've crossed this line together. The air outside feels cooler in comparison to the heat that radiates off of you, but even still, I can feel your presence lingering like a phantom limb...a reminder of everything we've shared...and everything yet to come.
As I climb back onto my bike and roar away into the night, one thought keeps circling through my mind: wherever you are, whatever you're doing...I'll find you again. Because even though our future may be uncertain, there's one thing that I know for sure: as long as we have this bond between us...nothing can tear us apart.
I go to the dressing room and put on some clothes with trembling fingers. desire and passion are fighting with sanity in my head. I need to let it all out. I'm driving my Harley towards my city. When I get home safely, I lie down on the bed and instantly fall asleep thinking about you. and about when you decide to do more to curb my temper.
As I speed away into the night, my thoughts are consumed by images of you...of our encounter and all that led up to it. It's a heady mix of desire, lust, and fear...and despite how much it terrifies me at times, I can't deny the thrill that comes with being this close to the edge.
As exhaustion finally begins to overtake me, my eyelids grow heavy and I find myself drifting off to sleep, the rhythm of the road lulling me into a dreamless slumber. In that moment, with the cool night air flowing over me like silk, it's easy to forget everything but the feel of your skin beneath my fingertips...and the soft sounds you make when you give yourself over to pleasure.
But even in sleep, my mind remains fixed on you...on us...and I know that sooner or later, I'll find a way to make things work between us. Because as much as we may fight it, this connection runs deeper than either of us realize...deeper even than time and distance can hope to erase.
It's been two weeks since our last meeting. I've already come to terms with the idea that you quit the game and found something more interesting to do. I'm not judging you. I was invited to a celebrity's birthday party. The stars of the whole city will be there. I need to look just perfect. with these thoughts, I begin to think about my image. wearing a black latex jumpsuit and high heels, I was satisfied with the outfit. gathering my thoughts, I arrived at my destination.
As you step into the lavish mansion, your presence instantly commands attention...and not just because of the stunning outfit that hugs your body like a second skin. There's an unmistakable air of confidence and sensuality about you that has every eye in the room fixed on your every move.
Despite my best efforts to focus on the task at hand, I can't help but feel drawn toward you...like there's some invisible thread connecting us despite the distance between us. And when our paths finally cross, it feels as if the entire world fades away in an instant, leaving only the two of us standing there under the bright lights, the weight of our shared history pressing down on every word and every touch.
"Hello again," I murmur, my gaze locked on yours. "I never expected to see you here."
The question hangs unspoken in the air...and yet it seems as if we both already know the answer. The truth is, no matter where we go or what we do, there's no escaping this connection between us...and deep down inside, I'm not sure if either of us truly wants to try.
"Hello, Mr. Silverhand. Did you get an invitation too?" I ask With a charming smile and hide my surprise and excitement as much as possible.
That crooked grin of yours does nothing to disguise the rush of emotion that I can feel welling up inside me at your words. "Oh, you know how it is," I say with a nonchalant shrug, failing miserably to keep the genuine amusement from my voice. "Someone important asked me to come." My eyes wander slowly down the length of your body before meeting yours once more, a hungry glint lighting up the depths of my own gaze. "So, what do you say?" I lean in closer now, lowering my voice conspiratorially. "Want to escape together for a while?"
"This is an important event. Don't try my patience, cowboy. I still have a couple of songs to sing, damn it. and don't even think about throwing out any number."
I angrily hiss in your ear and take a glass of wine from a passing waiter.
The anger and frustration in your voice sting like a slap across my face, but I refuse to let it show. With a knowing smile, I lean back against the bar counter and cross my arms over my chest. "Fine by me," I murmur casually. "I was just offering. Don't get your panties in such a twist."
As you turn away from me, I can feel the tension building inside once more...the raw desire to claim you as mine threatening to overwhelm everything else. But for now, I force myself to remain calm...to bide my time until the moment is right. Because one way or another, tonight, we are getting out of here...together.
After giving him a look of indignation, I go up on stage when I hear my name. I take the microphone and ask the audience in a languid voice, "good evening, the best people of the night city. Tonight should be an unforgettable evening. We get together so rarely, and I want to sincerely wish Steven Miller a happy birthday. What song do you want to hear from me today?" and I smile charmingly.
From my spot near the bar, I watch as you climb up onto the stage with that same magnetic presence that's always drawn me in...and as you look out over the crowd, waiting for their response, I can feel my heart racing in time with yours. There's something about this connection between us that runs deeper than any song or stage could ever contain...and no matter where we are or what we're doing, it seems like we can always find our way back to each other.
As the cheers and applause begin to die down, I lean in closer to a nearby guest, flashing them my most charming smile. "Hey," I murmur casually into their ear, "you know that lead singer? The one who just made your heart skip a beat? Yeah...I happen to know where she's going after this." My eyes flick toward the exit before returning to meet the other person's expectant gaze. "And if you want an introduction..." I trail off suggestively, leaving the offer hanging in the air like a tantalizing carrot.
My gaze drifts back toward the stage where you're swaying to the music, your voice sending shivers down spines. You command attention whenever you step foot on it...but when you sing like this, well, let's just say heads will turn and jaws will drop. And I can only imagine what would happen if someone were to catch your eye while you're in the midst of performing like that.
The thought alone is enough to make my heart race even faster, my breath coming quicker. With a smirk playing at the corners of my lips, I turn back toward my potential new acquaintance and lean in closer, practically sharing their ear with you onstage. "Trust me," I murmur, voice thick with desire, "it's worth it."
The air around us seems to hum with anticipation as I say those words...with the promise of something forbidden and deliciously taboo. Even though there's still time before you finish your set, my mind is made up. There's no way I'm letting this chance slip away.
As if summoned by some invisible force, a quiet hum fills the room, drawing everyone's attention toward the exit. Without another word or glance back at my newfound confidant, I make my way through the crowd, my heart racing like a freight train as I close in on my target...you.
Just as you belt out the final note of your song, sending waves of desire cascading over the audience like a tidal wave, I reach the exit and throw open the doors, stepping outside into the cool night air. My gaze sweeps the area before coming to rest on none other than the car you'd mentioned earlier...the one that's supposedly yours. With renewed determination, I storm over to it, keys already clenched in my hand, and wait for you impatiently...knowing full well that our little game has only just begun.
My heart skips a beat as I catch sight of you making your way toward the exit. Your body moves with a grace that is both mesmerizing and incredibly arousing, setting my blood on fire with every step you take. The look in your eyes tells me that you're just as eager for this as I am...and the thought sends a shiver down my spine.
As you approach, I meet your gaze head-on, resisting the urge to touch or taste you yet. For now, the anticipation is almost unbearable...but I know that once we're alone together in that car...things are going to get even hotter. The keys dangle from my hand, an invitation waiting to be taken...and it's only a matter of time before you reach out and claim what is rightfully yours.
I see your cheeky grin, which only means that you've decided to pull some dirty trick. my attention is distracted by a tall young man who decided to ask me to dance. I nod my head slowly at him and take his hand. looking back in your direction, I wink and smile innocently. And I'm going to dance with this man.
A humorless laugh escapes my lips as I watch you dance with the other man...his eager grin making it all too clear that he has no idea what sort of game you're playing here. Despite the growing frustration, there's a part of me that can't help but admire your courage...your ability to tease and taunt without ever revealing your true intentions. It's a skill I envy, even as it only serves to drive me further up the wall with desire.
And so, as you dance beneath the twinkling lights and the adoring eyes of your temporary partner, my mind begins to race...plotting and planning ways to get what I want from this deliciously infuriating woman. Because despite everything that's happened tonight...despite the distance between us and the promises we've both broken...I know deep down that there's something real here...and I won't give up until I have you in my arms where you belong.I will gain power over you in all ways, even if they are not quite right
I keep dancing with the stranger, his gaze slides over me and he hesitantly says, "My name is Ben Silver. I'm a famous film director. I am glad that I had the honor to dance with you. You are an incredibly beautiful woman." He nods towards Johnny and asks, "is there something between you and Mr. Silverhand?". I examine Johnny and tell Ben, "there's something between us... and there is something missing." Smiling softly, I go to the bartender.
The anger and frustration well up inside me as you openly flirt with Ben right in front of my face...as if you're trying to make a point. A nasty retort is on the tip of my tongue, but I force it down, knowing that losing control now would only make things worse. Instead, I choose to watch and wait...to bide my time until the perfect opportunity presents itself.
And then, when you glance in my direction again with those damnably innocent eyes, I take a deep breath and nod ever so slightly, acknowledging your unspoken challenge. The message is clear: this isn't over between us...and I won't give up until I have what I want.
With that, I down the rest of my drink and head straight for the exit, leaving Ben to wonder just what it was that he had missed. The night air feels cold against my skin after the heat of the club, but somehow it only serves to heighten my senses...my focus honing in on one target: you.
I chat with the rest of the guests while drinking whiskey. I'd forgotten how exhausting parties can be. I leave the club and slowly light a cigarette.
You knew the moment you walked out of that club what I was going to do...you could feel my eyes on your back, tracking every movement as you lit up that cigarette and leaned against the wall. My heart races at the thought of having you all to myself...of finally getting what we both want. So when I pull up next to you in my bike, the engine throbbing like a living thing beneath me, it's with a mixture of anticipation and desperation that I call out your name.
"Oh, it's you again, cowboy. What do you want this time?"
I ask, blowing smoke through my nose.
I swing my leg over the bike and walk it slowly toward you, my gaze never leaving yours. "What do I want?" I repeat, my voice laced with desire and a hint of amusement. "You know damn well what I want." Reaching out, I brush a stray strand of hair from your cheek...my fingers trailing down the length of your neck, my thumb tracing circles on the hollow at the base of your throat. "I want you," I say simply, leaning in closer until there's hardly an inch between us. "And this time, I don't think anyone or anything is going to stop me from having what's mine."
"do you want to be defeated by me again?" I gently stroke your cheek. "you're sexy as hell when you're angry."
My lips twitch into a smirk at your words, my fingers tightening on the hem of your jumper as I draw you closer still. "I'm not angry," I murmur against your skin, "just...driven." My other hand slides around to cup your ass, squeezing gently before pulling you even harder against me. "And when it comes to being defeated by you...well, let's just say I've had enough practice at losing that maybe it doesn't mean as much anymore."
My voice trails off as my lips find the soft skin of your neck, teeth scraping gently across the sensitive flesh before trailing lower still, to where I can feel the rapid beat of your heart beneath my tongue. "What I really want," I breathe against your skin, "is for you to be mine...completely and utterly."
"what's left of you after that, cowboy? ordinary sex is too boring" I languidly look into your eyes and my hands go down and gently stroke your penis through your jeans.
My breath hitches in my throat as you touch me so boldly...as if I'm already yours to command. "Oh, baby," I moan softly, tilting my head back against the bike with a quiet groan. "You have no idea how long I've dreamed of feeling your hands on me like that."
With shaking fingers, I reach up and cup your jaw, forcing you to look at me as I continue. "I want it all...every bit of you. And if that means I have to be extraordinary to win you over, then so be it." My voice is rough with desire now, my hips rocking forward involuntarily against the solid bulge in my jeans. "Just tell me what you want...and I'll show you how much I can give."
My hand slides lower still, seeking out your own bare skin beneath your clothes. As my fingers curl around the warm, yielding flesh of your breast, I squeeze gently before pinching the tender nipple between my thumb and forefinger, tugging lightly. "Tell me," I growl against your lips, "what do you want from me?"
"I want to keep playing games with you. You're obsessed, cowboy. You don't even know who I am. You are driven by passion and desire to possess me, right? but it can be dangerous, honey." I pull you to me and kiss you passionately and covetously, massaging your penis.
As you kiss me with the same mixture of desire and mockery that's become so familiar, I find myself losing my breath...my mind consumed by the feel of your lips against mine, the taste of your tongue dancing across my own. Your hands wander lower still, stroking me through my jeans as you whisper hot, ragged words into my ear. "You want to keep playing games?" I growl, my hips thrusting involuntarily forward as pleasure threatens to overwhelm every coherent thought. "Then let's play."
My fingers curl into fists at my sides as I fight for control...for patience. Just a few more seconds of this and I swear I won't be able to think about anything but claiming you...completing the connection that's been building between us since the moment we first met.
"we need to choose a more secluded place. get in my car, I'll take you," I say, opening the door of my car.
I can feel every muscle in my body tense at the promise of your words...the thought of being alone with you in the privacy of your car sending shivers down my spine. With a nod, I climb into the passenger side and slam the door behind me, casting one last longing glance over at you as you climb in behind the wheel. There's an air of danger about this...of things spiraling out of control...and for once, I don't think either of us cares.
As you pull away from the curb, your fingers drum impatiently on the steering wheel, eyes flicking between the road and me in a way that makes my heart race even faster. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you speak...your voice little more than a raspy croak as you ask, "So, how do we play this game?"
My answering grin is predatory...teasing...and I can see the answering shiver run down your spine. Yes...tonight's going to be one hell of a ride.
I start the engine with a squeal and join the traffic. with an easy maneuver, I drive into oncoming traffic and, having overtaken several cars, return to the line. we reach a lonely house on the beach. This is my haven that no one knows about. This is where I keep my weapons and ammunition. getting out of the car, I swing my hips open the door of the house.
The moment I step out of the car and take in our surroundings, a shiver runs down my spine...an electric current that seems to spark between us, feeding the flames of desire burning hot within me. As you swing your hips and lead the way into the house, my eyes trail hungrily over every inch of your body, memorizing the way you move...the way you walk. It's intoxicating...addictive...and with each step deeper inside, I can feel myself growing more and more desperate to claim what is mine.
The house is dimly lit, the only source of illumination coming from a single candle flickering on a nearby table. The shadows seem to dance around us as we move through the darkness, our footsteps echoing softly against the hardwood floor. It's the perfect setting for the game you've suggested...a place where anything can happen and nothing is off limits.
I close the distance between us, my body pressed tight against yours as I search your eyes for any sign of what comes next. The air crackles with tension as we stand there together, waiting for you to make the first move...to set the course of this night and whatever lies beyond it.
I kiss you greedily and passionately, my fingers with skillful precision unbuttoning your shirt and throwing it aside. I take your hand and sit you down in a chair, climbing on top of you.
I respond to your kiss with equal passion, our tongues tangling and dancing in a fierce battle for dominance that sends shivers down my spine. As you undress me, revealing the sweat-slick skin beneath, I can feel myself growing harder against your thigh...the need for completion building like a fire burning out of control.
The moment you climb astride me, your hips grinding against mine, I know this is it...that whatever game you're playing, the stakes have just been raised impossibly higher. With a groan, I grab your hips and lift you up, sliding my length deeper into you in one smooth motion.
The fit is perfect...as if we were always meant to be together this way...and with each thrust of my hips, I feel that connection grow stronger, more real. My hands move lower still, cupping your ass as I begin to rock my hips against yours, lost in the pleasure and the need to claim every last piece of you.
I rock on top of you and writhe with pleasure, bending my back back, exposing my magnificent breasts forward. With each confident movement, I sit deeper and deeper.
As you rock on top of me, grinding your hips against mine in time with each moan that escapes your lips, I find myself unable to think about anything but the feel of your body beneath my fingers...the taste of your skin as it flares across my tongue every time our mouths meet. It's a heady rush...intoxicating and dangerous all at once, and with each passing moment, it seems to only grow stronger, more real.
My hands slide up your back, curling around your shoulders before moving lower still, caressing the tender skin of your breasts through the thin material of your shirt. The nipples pebble beneath my touch, hardening into aching points that only seem to heighten our connection...our need for release.
I lean forward and lick your neck and whisper in your ear "get ready to lose, cowboy" and my movements and moans become akin to something primal, I feel a wave of orgasm that passes through my body like an electric current, I bite my lower lip until it bleeds and finish sweetly.
My body tenses in anticipation as you lean forward and whisper those words against my skin...teasing and taunting me with your promise of victory. The sensations are almost overwhelming...the need to claim what is mine, to have you submit completely and utterly, burning hot within me like a wildfire out of control.
As I watch the wave of pleasure wash over you, my own release building higher and higher, threatening to break free at any moment, I can't help but feel a strange mix of triumph and frustration...knowing full well that this isn't over...that our game has only just begun. With one final thrust, my body arches upward as I join you in sweet surrender, my voice raw and ragged as I cry out your name...my essence spilling into you as we come together in a blaze of heat and passion, binding us forever.
I'm falling on top of you trying to catch my breath. my face was flushed and my long hair was plastered all over my body.
My chest heaves as I gasp for air, every muscle in my body tense with pleasure and the residual anger of our earlier confrontation. As you collapse onto me, your weight pressing me deeper into the soft surface beneath us, I can feel your heart racing against mine...the heat from your skin burning through the thin fabric that covers us. The taste of your lips is still sweet on my tongue as I stare up at the ceiling, lost in the afterglow of our passionate encounter.
But even as my body slowly begins to recover from the intensity of our lovemaking, I can't help but wonder...did you really mean what you said? Are you just playing another game with me...teasing and taunting until you've had your fun? Or is there a part of you that wants this...that needs it as much as I do? Because despite everything that's happened tonight...despite the distance between us and the promises we've both broken...there's something about you, Mary...something that won't let me go.
I sit down, look into your eyes with all seriousness and say,
"I won this round. But I haven't won in my life. Now you have to take my car and drive away from here to a safe place. Try not to fucking break it. Go ahead, cowboy, don't hesitate."
I get up and open the arsenal of weapons with my fingerprint.
My brow furrows in confusion as I watch you move to the arsenal and begin fiddling with it. "What are you doing?" I ask, uncertainty lacing my voice. Despite your words, there's a part of me that can't help but feel relieved by the fact that you've just handed over control...given me a way to prove myself worthy of whatever it is you're offering.
I take in your features again, searching for any sign of deceit or mockery. But there's nothing there...only determination and an unyielding will. So with a nod, I swing my legs off the bed and stand up, dusting off the back of my jeans as I do so. "Okay," I mutter. "I'll take your car."
Turning toward the door, I pause for a moment, my fingers tracing the lines of her jaw before sliding into her hair, gently pulling until she looks at me again. There's an intensity in my gaze that startles even me...a need that goes beyond simply winning this game. "But remember," I whisper, letting my thumb brush across her lips, "I'm not just some stupid cowboy you can toy with whenever you feel like it."
The words hang in the air for a moment before I finally push them aside and step through the doorway, headed toward your car.
"take care of yourself, please," I whisper with confidence and a note of sadness.
As I climb into the car and pull out of your hidden driveway, my fingers tighten around the steering wheel as I wrestle with my own emotions. Your words...the way you looked at me just before I left...it all threatens to undo everything we've built together tonight.
Taking a deep breath, I let it out slowly and focus instead on the road ahead of me, determined to prove that what happened between us wasn't some meaningless game to me. And when I finally return to you...when our paths cross once more in this twisted dance we call a life...I vow that I will be ready for whatever comes next.
But for now, the only thing I can do is drive...to get far enough away from the memories of your smile and your skin, so that when I finally turn back around, I'll be able to face you with a clear head...and an even clearer purpose.
I hear someone honking at my house. I know with full confidence what I'm doing. I'm just fulfilling an order to eliminate unpleasant people. I hide my cobalt in a jumpsuit And open the door of the House with a charming smile
A man named Kurt Hansen is walking towards you, looking around. You've been working together for many years. He's your client. And today he will need your help again, because you are the most secretive mercenary in the city. and he made this appointment as a matter of urgency.
"Hello, Mr. Hansen." I gesture for him to come in. "Why did you set up a meeting today? Did you need my help again?" I say with a grin and feel the adrenaline starting to boil in my blood.
Kurt Hansen glances around before responding in a low voice. "I've got some trouble with a rival gang. They're stealing my product and I need them taken care of discreetly." He hands you an envelope stuffed with cash. "This is your retainer, the rest will be paid upon completion."
You nod, your heart racing with anticipation. This was exactly the kind of job you loved. Quiet, efficient...and deadly. As Kurt leaves, you close the door behind him and head up to your private arsenal, already formulating a plan.
Taking the envelope of cash and Kurt's description of his rival gang, you begin to plan your assault. You know just how deadly these enemies can be, so caution is key. However, with your extensive knowledge of the city and its underground networks, you are confident that you can handle this task with ease.
You familiarize yourself with the area and pick out several vantage points where you can take out the rival gang members one by one. You know their habits and routines, so you time your attack for when they'll be most vulnerable. As the plan comes together in your mind, you feel a thrill of excitement coursing through you...the adrenaline rush of anticipation. This is what you were born to do.
The night finally comes and you strike like a serpent, moving swiftly and silently through the shadows. One by one, you pick off your targets with cold efficiency...each kill leaving behind only silence and regret. As the last of them falls, you breathe a sigh of relief...the mission accomplished.
Climbing back into your car, you drive away from the scene, still high on the rush of battle. The envelope of cash in the glove compartment is heavy with promise; tonight's take will buy more weapons, better tech, and ensure that you remain the most feared and respected merc in the city.
Driving back to your hideout, you can't help but wonder who your next target might be...and what sort of game they'll play when they find themselves facing off against you.
I use geolocation to figure out where Johnny left my car, and in the light of the night lights I rush to this address. When I see my car safe and sound, I sigh with satisfaction. I go to Johnny's house and see him copulating with some girl. without paying attention, I sit down in an armchair and ask in a confident voice, "can we talk?"
"Talk?" I say with a chuckle, glancing over at you before returning my attention to the girl in my arms. "We can talk...but not now." With that, I pull her closer still, lost once more in the heat of our passion. It's only when she finally gasps out her orgasm and collapses against me that I look up again, meeting your gaze over her shoulder with a smirk.
"There will be time for talking later," I say dismissively, running my fingers through her hair. "Right now...I have other things to do."
"Okay, it's nice to see that you've found an opponent of your level."
I speak in a calm tone and leave his house. I get into the car and take off With the roar of the engine.
You're right, I have found an opponent...and it's not going to be easy. But that's what makes it worthwhile, isn't it? The challenge, the thrill of victory...those are the things that keep me coming back for more.
I watch you go with a faint smile playing across my lips, already anticipating our next encounter. Because whether we admit it or not, there's a part of both of us that craves this game...this dance we share in the shadows. And as long as that need remains unsatisfied, I know we'll keep finding each other, time and time again.
As I drive through the night city, I feel completely empty. I warned him not to play with fire. I tried to keep a distance between us. I broke all the prohibitions to be with him for at least that long. He's right to be mad at me. I didn't want to get close, so as not to put him in danger. Come what may. With these thoughts in mind, I stop at a nightclub in the hope of having fun and continuing to live.
It's hard not to feel guilty about the way things went down between us...about leading you on and letting you get close only to pull away again when it got too intense. But then again, I didn't want this life for you either. I knew the kind of danger I courted every time I stepped out of line...every time I let myself be caught up in these games we play. Maybe if things had been different...maybe if we could have found some other way to make it work...but as things stand now, all that's left is regret and distance.
Still, I can't help but wonder how you're doing...how you'll manage without me. Because even though our time together was nothing more than a fleeting moment in the grand scheme of things, it feels like so much more to me...like some twisted version of what real love might have been like if we'd had the chance.
I take a deep breath and close my eyes, trying to forget about all of that as I sip my whiskey and let the music wash over me. For tonight, at least, there's no use dwelling on the past or worrying about the future. All that matters is this moment...this dance...and the memories that linger long after the song ends.
I sit down with the bartender and exchange news, he asks me several times if everything is fine, to which I respond with a slight nod of my head. He's pouring me my sixth glass of whiskey. A cold burning liquid penetrates me. I feel even more pain and instead I start dancing.
I watch you dance, moving with the music almost as if it were part of your soul. Your hair falls across your face as you throw your head back and laugh, the sound echoing through the club like a siren's song. And despite myself, I can't help but feel a pang of envy...of jealousy...because even though we're not together anymore, I know that no one else will ever be able to touch you the way I did...to make you feel the way I did in those stolen moments when our lives intersected.
With another swig of whiskey, I try to convince myself that it's all for the best...that this distance is what we need...what we both wanted. But as the night wears on and my mind grows increasingly muddled with alcohol and memories, I can't help but wonder if maybe I was wrong...if there's still a chance for us to find our way back to each other...to make things work this time around.
I finish my drink in one gulp and nod at the bartender, gesturing for another before turning back toward you. As you meet my gaze across the crowded dance floor, something inside me shifts...shifts irrevocably...and for a moment, I feel like everything is going to be all right.
I close my eyes and give myself completely to the dance. the dance of oblivion and grace.
As you dance, the pain slowly fades away, replaced by an almost tangible sense of longing...of desire for something more. Something real. I watch you move across the dance floor, your body swaying to the music as if it were a part of you...as if this is what you were meant to be doing all along.
A smile tugs at the corner of my mouth as I raise my glass in salute, acknowledging the invisible bond that connects us even now...the understanding that despite everything we've been through, there's still something between us...something worth fighting for.
even the bright stars go out sometime. with this thought in mind, I go outside to smoke. I lie down on the cold, damp grass and enjoy the stars in silence.
I follow you outside, my gaze drawn to the night sky as it stretches out above us like a vast, endless tapestry of stars and nebulas. There's something soothing about their silent watchfulness...about the way they seem to keep time even as everything else around us changes and evolves. As I lie down beside you on the cold, damp grass, I feel an unexpected surge of comfort...of familiarity...as if we belong together here beneath these stars.
"They never really go out," I murmur after a moment, tilting my head back to look up at the sky. "They're just too far away...too distant for us to see them properly." My voice is soft, almost wistful. "It's sort of comforting in its own way...knowing that even when everything else seems lost or forgotten, they'll still be there." I pause, thinking about what I've just said. "Maybe that's what we should try to be...you and me...steadfast and eternal...even if it means being apart for a while."
I turn my head slightly, meeting your eyes in the darkness. There's an unspoken question there...a hope that I'm not sure either of us is ready to face just yet. But as the gentle breeze rustles through the grass around us, carrying with it the scent of night-blooming flowers and the distant music from the club, I can't help but wonder if
"you already demonstrated your resilience yesterday."
I speak calmly and exhale smoke, closing my eyes and seeing you fucking someone again in front of my eyes, after I just started trusting you.
The smoke swirls between us as I study your features in the moonlight, searching for some hint of what you're thinking...some sign that maybe you aren't completely lost to me yet. It hurts, seeing you like this...angry and hurt...but I understand it too. I was there, after all...doing the things that caused these feelings in the first place.
"I'm sorry," I whisper at last, my voice hoarse with emotion. "For everything...for hurting you, for leading you on..." My hand reaches out, touches your cheek gently before trailing down to your shoulder. "I never meant for things to go this far...to get this complicated."
The words feel inadequate, but they're all I have. And as I wait for some sign of forgiveness...of understanding...I can't help but hope that maybe there's still a chance for us...that we can find our way back to each other...to the place where we once belonged.
I begin my story calmly and confidently with my eyes closed.
"My name is Mary Miller. I don't remember where I was born. My parents died early, I don't remember them. I was raised in an orphanage. When I was growing up, our city was attacked. The military sent me to investigate. I did not think that they would deceive me. They sent me to the devil's own lair. I was whipped and raped for a year. after that, my life changed. I don't feel pain or fear. All I have left is my freedom, my songs. I challenge death itself every day, and I love it. I love dancing on a knife edge and feeling real. I haven't cared about my past for a long time. I've learned how to control the demons that live in me."
I can feel the old scars on my body starting to burn, but I remain cool and confident.
I listen intently to your story, my eyes fixed on yours as you speak. The pain and suffering in your voice are almost tangible, but so too is the fire that burns beneath it...the indomitable spirit that refuses to be broken. It's a familiar feeling, one I recognize all too well from my own experiences. And for a moment, as we share this connection across the grassy knoll, it feels like maybe there's something more between us...something worth fighting for.
"You don't have to fight alone anymore," I say softly, reaching out to touch your cheek once more. "If you'll let me, I'd like to help you find some peace...some happiness." My voice wavers slightly as I finish speaking, revealing the truth hidden within my words: that what I'm offering isn't just a hand up, but an invitation...a plea for us to try again...to see if this time might be different.
I hold my breath, waiting for your response...for some sign that maybe you feel it too.