suppose…" she added thoughtfully, "that everyone feels it, sometimes.”
He laughed. "You may be right", he twinkled at her. "And it's important to have things around us to help us remember what it is we really want".
"Like what?" asked Lily, intrigued.
"Inspiration. It comes from everywhere. From our friends... and our lovers." His sea-coloured eyes met hers and for a moment they seemed to be seeing inside her very soul. She felt a delicious twinge, down in her intimate regions, and breathed deeply, trying to contain her feelings.
"Isn’t it important for our lover to be able to fulfil our…deepest desires?" he softly suggested.
She gazed at him, thinking about Daniel and the threesome; and she felt her arousal, already stirred, growing steadily.
"Isn’t our deepest need…" he added, "to express ourselves…?"
She bit her lip, almost painfully turned on by his hypnotic presence.
But suddenly his face cracked open in another illuminating grin, breaking the spell somewhat.
“Of course, we express ourselves in all kinds of ways. What’s your favourite way?"
Lily sighed, very confused. What game was he playing?
"Well I… I like to paint", she offered. Somehow it sounded strange coming from her mouth. It was as if she was hearing an echo from a past self, which she had made quiet for so long that now she was unsure whether it could still speak up.
"And when do you feel the most… inspired ?" asked Edwin, leaning forwards.
Lily considered. She supposed she hadn't felt inspired enough to paint for a long time. But she had been too busy working! She told herself.
"If it wasn't for my job, I suppose I would be painting all the time", she said carefully. "But, you know…everyone has to work…" he nodded sympathetically, although she got the feeling that there was still an undercurrent of humour in him. Was what she was saying funny? Maybe, to such a successful man. She took her phone out and glanced at it, realising that she was out far later than she would like to be, considering that she had to work in the morning.
"Hey, umm… I'm really sorry, but I'm going to have to go", she said, stifling a yawn. Her whole body felt ready to simply fall to the floor.
"Sorry? It's so funny how often people say that here" he laughed. "You don't need to be sorry for anything! It's been a fantastic pleasure talking with you. I hope I didn't tire you out too much…"
"Oh no, it wasn't you!" she assured him. "It's been an experience! Really." She looked him in the eyes, enjoying his powerful presence, almost as if he had some kind of huge force inside him; like a flood, controlled, and waiting to pour out at just the right moment.
He moved towards her, giving her the impression of great energy, pulsating nearer.
"Then perhaps you would grace me the enjoyment of a repeat experience?" he asked.
She was already pulling her phone out of her bag, moved by his force, and handed it to him to put his number in. He did so with evident delight, and passed it back to her with another enigmatic, lingering glance. He got up to say goodbye, and kissed her politely, but tenderly, on the cheek. His lips were soft and almost humming with the power that she sensed so clearly from him. She tingled all over, closing her eyes for a second, drinking him in, forgetting herself. After a brief eternity she came to, and smiled at him.
“Good night, Edwin", she said.
“Good night, Lily.”
She walked towards the door, and as she passed into the street she heard him once more.
"Remember..." his smooth voice reaching her from deep within, "when we are giving our true gift, life is always easy."
She paused under the awning, and nodded, though in some confusion. And as she took the final step, leaving the building, she felt like she was stepping through the gateway of a world of magic and wonder.
*******
As she walked towards the
He laughed. "You may be right", he twinkled at her. "And it's important to have things around us to help us remember what it is we really want".
"Like what?" asked Lily, intrigued.
"Inspiration. It comes from everywhere. From our friends... and our lovers." His sea-coloured eyes met hers and for a moment they seemed to be seeing inside her very soul. She felt a delicious twinge, down in her intimate regions, and breathed deeply, trying to contain her feelings.
"Isn’t it important for our lover to be able to fulfil our…deepest desires?" he softly suggested.
She gazed at him, thinking about Daniel and the threesome; and she felt her arousal, already stirred, growing steadily.
"Isn’t our deepest need…" he added, "to express ourselves…?"
She bit her lip, almost painfully turned on by his hypnotic presence.
But suddenly his face cracked open in another illuminating grin, breaking the spell somewhat.
“Of course, we express ourselves in all kinds of ways. What’s your favourite way?"
Lily sighed, very confused. What game was he playing?
"Well I… I like to paint", she offered. Somehow it sounded strange coming from her mouth. It was as if she was hearing an echo from a past self, which she had made quiet for so long that now she was unsure whether it could still speak up.
"And when do you feel the most… inspired ?" asked Edwin, leaning forwards.
Lily considered. She supposed she hadn't felt inspired enough to paint for a long time. But she had been too busy working! She told herself.
"If it wasn't for my job, I suppose I would be painting all the time", she said carefully. "But, you know…everyone has to work…" he nodded sympathetically, although she got the feeling that there was still an undercurrent of humour in him. Was what she was saying funny? Maybe, to such a successful man. She took her phone out and glanced at it, realising that she was out far later than she would like to be, considering that she had to work in the morning.
"Hey, umm… I'm really sorry, but I'm going to have to go", she said, stifling a yawn. Her whole body felt ready to simply fall to the floor.
"Sorry? It's so funny how often people say that here" he laughed. "You don't need to be sorry for anything! It's been a fantastic pleasure talking with you. I hope I didn't tire you out too much…"
"Oh no, it wasn't you!" she assured him. "It's been an experience! Really." She looked him in the eyes, enjoying his powerful presence, almost as if he had some kind of huge force inside him; like a flood, controlled, and waiting to pour out at just the right moment.
He moved towards her, giving her the impression of great energy, pulsating nearer.
"Then perhaps you would grace me the enjoyment of a repeat experience?" he asked.
She was already pulling her phone out of her bag, moved by his force, and handed it to him to put his number in. He did so with evident delight, and passed it back to her with another enigmatic, lingering glance. He got up to say goodbye, and kissed her politely, but tenderly, on the cheek. His lips were soft and almost humming with the power that she sensed so clearly from him. She tingled all over, closing her eyes for a second, drinking him in, forgetting herself. After a brief eternity she came to, and smiled at him.
“Good night, Edwin", she said.
“Good night, Lily.”
She walked towards the door, and as she passed into the street she heard him once more.
"Remember..." his smooth voice reaching her from deep within, "when we are giving our true gift, life is always easy."
She paused under the awning, and nodded, though in some confusion. And as she took the final step, leaving the building, she felt like she was stepping through the gateway of a world of magic and wonder.
*******
As she walked towards the
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