escort diary® of Cello Bloom: Fantasies fly like kites in the air
There’s this fantasy that keeps haunting me.
We see each other again after a long time. You’ve changed, I’ve changed. Maybe we’ve just become better at pretending. But the desires… those haven’t changed at all.
One look is enough to recognize each other.
An excuse, a quiet escape from the party.
Your usual detached attitude, like nothing really touches you, like you never want anything serious with me.
And yet, you soften at the touch of my fingers on your chest.
My kisses on your neck speak clearly: I want you. Now.
But then comes your humor, that way of joking that strips me inside more than I could ever strip off my clothes.
And you leave me there, bare, vulnerable.
Because you always want to be the one who breaks me…
and then puts me back together, in your own way.
Setting me on fire, all over again.
