Sweatpants. Hood up. Sneakers pound pavement. Invisible in my own streets. I crave eyes. Normally, tight leggings hug my ass, top strains over tits. Fuel for my wet ache. But today, Colin’s orders. No makeup. Hair rubber-banded. Sunglasses shield. Push into Grand Café. Smoke haze. Tables packed. Colin waves, wild hair, purple Docs, oversized coat. Handshake. He clips sensor to my shirt, nestles in cleavage. Hood stays. Shades on. Laptop screen glows. Desire as waves. Electric currents. Women’s bodies amplify. Visuals, sounds, scents amp it. My line: flat green. Nobody’s radar. Frustration stings. My joy? Being wanted. Pull off shades. Toss hood. Line ticks orange. Slight rise. Shake hair back. Spike. Laugh. Jumps. Invisible to goddess. But phase one baseline. I buy in. Leave. Happy for a billionth of earth’s energy.
Mirror stare. Sunny day now. October crisp, sun stubborn. No slut gear. No sky-high heels, microskirt. Desire loves tease. Mystery veil. Black dress. Classic. One shoulder bare. Hits mid-thigh sitting. Cross legs: secret flashes. Sheer black stockings homage silk gods. Ankle boots elongate calves. Leather jacket snaps edge. Hair loose, finger-comb ready. Blush. Red lips. Nails shine. Perfume trails: olfactory hook. Heels click. Each step echoes. Eyes snap. Gaze burns. Thighs slick. Pussy pulses wet silk. Approach march: desire vapor scatters. Mutation hits. Mask drops. Pulsations roar.
The Mutation
Grand Café. Colin grins wide. Part jacket. Sensor brushes tit. Screen erupts green beams. Cross legs wide. Chair angles. Men stare. Crave. Line rockets orange to red. Streaks converge. Dots pulse toward me. Bombarded. “My desire measured?” No, he says. Eyes glued. Gesticulate. Nod. Laugh throaty. Screen fractures red lightning. Old lady only other female—nostalgia flicker. Sip whiskey. Finger traces lip mark on glass. Explosions crisscross. Unzip dress inch. Signal waiter. Pro smile. He misses. “Homo!” Colin spits. Cross thighs broad as he nears. Lean forward. Cleavage swells fabric. His eyes dart. Colin bug-eyed. Screen flames. Satan ex machina. My power surges. Own the room. Desires crash like city storm. Adrenaline spikes. Fantasize: dash basement toilet. Fingers plunge lace. Beg intruders: ram cock throat, cunt. Brutal. But restrain. Salacity simmers.
Final orders. Zip up. Sling bag. Exit swaying hips amplified. Street rhythm pulses. Men trail shadows. Pass, glance back, split. No approaches. Power hums unspoken. Home. Low couch. Face Colin. He rambles data. Sensor clings tit. Cross legs hard. Dress hikes past stocking tops. Exhale: body scent mixes perfume. Desire’s aroma? Secret fuels me. Normal life snaps back. Lawyer days, mom duties? Facade. This wild core? Stronger than steel. Unbreakable.