Knock-knock

sdnerd1984:

The simple sound of your fingers rapping at my door, that’s when I knew you belonged to me. It was too cold, too far, and way too late for you to just be in the area, and just stopping by for a cup of coffee. No, this was something else. We knew it would end up here, all those days ago, the exchanging of glances, the brief hello in the hallway. I relished the way you moved when you were around me. You were presenting yourself, like a runway model in Paris, you stood a little straighter, swayed your hips a little harder, giving yourself better lines. You knew what I wanted to see. I consumed your dark thoughts, even though you barely knew me. I didn’t need to chase you, you were already caught. And now you’re here in an A-line skirt making a b-line to my bedroom. My mind churning at the possibilities.
Her hair was wrapped up in a messy bun, so a few strands began to fall across her face, and she looked at me with her icy blue eyes, I could tell she was having a conflict of emotion as I closed the door.
“I can’t believe I am doing this, I mean, my husband, my children, but I just…”
The words die on her rose petal lips as I brush her cheek with the back of my hand, she looks at me with those now innocent eyes, but I can see the deprived woman she is underneath, the part of her she refuses to unlock. I kiss her forehead, her breath catches.
“I know why you knocked on my door, I know why you travelled all this way. If you were so afraid of coming why did you present a lock for which only I have the key?”
She quivered under my fingers, as I slowly opened her desires…