Shady Lady
Story I
Shady Lady
The exquisite fragrance of a sensational man mingled with a celestial aroma of money, in a breezy mystic morning of balsamic smell after the rain, a combination of my sacred scents of captivation in a world of bitter indifference; where all I care about is getting more of them, clinging to them, addicted to each of them, braiding them into a cluster of an original pleasure of existence.
my apathetic heart feels no pain, and I am not even going to fake it, I like what I've become!
I won't overrate what I don’t understand, my standards are certainly far from irrational expectations, and nothing I have been through has reached any of them, but it doesn't mean that they’re of royalties and elite, yet my dreams are shaped in a state of mind,
I make money, lots of it, and I enjoy spending it till the last penny!
I am quite good at what I do, business is my thing, a persuader and an exceptional negotiator, my looks are of heaven’s face, and I keep the devil haze deep in my eyes. A woman of powers and charms, of dark heart and of confidence in what she believes.
I fell in love, several times, failed in every way, the sacrifices I made were only done to disarm me from the insight, only to pull me down the swamp of lameness, and I found my way out, away from every toxic sensation, men are great as friends, smoking hot in bed, and definitely no good for a commitment. I have no desire to dream, I'd rather live what I crave, I work hard to earn what pleases my sanity, money to sustain my fragility, and the more I make the happier I become, a dream that comes true, and the pleasure of living a dream is the kernel of satisfaction.
Tonight as (every) other night, I drive my Audi RS 5 downtown the city, my music is always loud and my head is in the clouds, that usual place where I spend most of my nights is a stage of the dark version of me, reckless and individualist, have no concern in what they say or what they wear, I drink hard, I say nothing until he’s around, the only man I respect, the man I feel home once I see his divine face, a friend of my sorrows and joys, and he knows how precious, how powerful his presence is in my heart…
“no more pretension,” he took my hand, softly rubbing my palm, I feel his warm inhalation and his trembling strong fists….
“I want you more than I can take! I need these eyes to light my dull mornings the way they do to my nights, I am the man for you, the one who feels every pulse of your lavish heart! Let me into your mind, save me from the man I become without your grace, make love to me not wishes, I love you, Thalia Petrov.”
The End
