She dominates me. She uses her dark beauty and irresistible charisma to charm me into doing whatever she wants me to do. She expects me to leap into bed with her while she devours me, physically and emotionally. She’s a trigger to all of my anxieties, my fears, my insecurities. She exhausts me.
So why must I accommodate her like this? My first impulse is to not play her game tonight. To her, it’s always just another piece of performance art. She gets herself all made up, with those false eyelashes, the dark eyeshadow, the blush to accentuate her high cheekbones, that puce lipstick. She puts on that skin tight, form-fitting, strapless, and low cut dress. In black, always in black.
Here she comes. So sexy. So provocative. How can I possibly resist her. How can I refuse her? I can’t. I won’t. Screw my first impulse. I’m all in.
Written for this week’s Tale Weaver prompt (“trigger”) from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. Also for these daily prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (leap), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (accommodate), Your Daily Word Prompt (impulse), Daily Addictions (play), The Daily Spur (performance), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (puce).