Shadows of seduction

[DeviantVera]

The London air is thick tonight, damp and cold, wrapping the city in a shroud of shadows and whispers. I step out of the party into the quiet hum of the streets, the warmth of the room still clinging to my skin. My heels click against the wet pavement, their rhythm a sharp contrast to the muffled sounds of the city. The night feels alive, pulsing with an energy that stirs something deep inside me.

The moon hangs low, ***king through a veil of clouds, its light casting a silver sheen over the cobblestones. I pull my coat tight around me, though it’s not the cold that makes my skin prickle. Behind me, I feel the weight of a gaze, heavy and deliberate. It’s not *** that quickens my pulse, but anticipation.

I pause beneath the soft glow of a streetlamp, pretending to adjust my coat, my eyes scanning the street in the reflection of a rain-slicked window. There he is - a shadow lingering at the edge of the light, watching, waiting. I could leave, slip into a waiting cab or disappear down a side street, but where’s the fun in that? Instead, I linger, letting him come closer, the air between us taut with unspoken tension.

When he finally steps into the light, I tilt my head and offer a slow, knowing smile. He’s handsome in a rough sort of way, his jaw shadowed with stubble, his coat unbuttoned to reveal the sharp lines of his collarbone. He doesn’t say a word, but his eyes betray him - hungry, hesitant, caught in the spell I’ve so carefully woven.

“Are you following me?” I ask, my voice low, teasing.

His lips twitch, almost a smile. “Maybe.”

The air between us is electric now, charged with possibility. I take a step closer, the faint scent of his cologne mingling with the damp, metallic tang of the night. His hand brushes mine, a fleeting touch, but it’s enough to set my skin alight.

“You know,” I murmur, leaning in just enough for my breath to ghost across his ear, “if you wanted my attention, all you had to do was ask.”

I don’t wait for him to respond. I turn on my heel and walk away, knowing full well he’ll follow. It’s not far to my flat, just a few blocks through the winding streets. The door clicks shut behind us, and the tension finally snaps, unraveling into something darker, something irresistible.

The night outside carries on as it always does, but here, within these walls, time seems to stop. And as the city sleeps, I remind him exactly why he followed me into the dark.

[no****]

Well I’d wish that was me

[TimtheMerciless]

We like to feel.

I often feel like I don't feel 

Unless I'm watching Bambi

Or listening to a Korean lady play rock on a strange traditional string instrument 

Asside from that

So there's something quite alive about 

feeling, even annoyance. 

 

 

 

 

Edited 3 hours ago by TimtheMerciless

[TimtheMerciless]

We like to feel.

I often feel like I don't feel 

Unless I'm watching Bambi

Or listening to a Korean lady play rock on a strange traditional string instrument 

Asside from that

So there's something quite alive about 

feeling, even annoyance. 

 

 

 

 

[UK****]

your images are not from London, can you explain why?  Or why all but one of your images are taken from the web?