Eros, Love, Art & Magic

Stepping from her car she knew only one thing, her curiosity was eating at her core. She had been talking with him for almost three months and she wanted more, more than just talk, more than just flirting, more. Looking at her phone she double checked the addres. She pushed her crazy door open to the cool spring night air, turning on her seat to steady her self as she put weight on the heels he had requested she wear. The stilettos clicked against the cement walk as she approached his house. She could feel the rough texture of her over coat which seemed more pronounced as her naked legs brushed beneath it. Like an unscratchable itch her skin was alive. The house was quiet with no lights on but the front door sconce illuminating the porch. Slowing down she looked at her phone again after nervously to confirm the address he had given her. Nodding affirmation she took each step cautiously, she had not worn heels in what seemed for ever. The cool night air seemed extra sharp as it found its way through the gaps of her overcoat stinging her exposed skin like little sharp prickles raising goose bumps on her thighs and belly. Her nipples strained and ached with each step with the cold air slipping past her coat. Everything inch of her body seemed heightened by the sheer excitement and added chill as she raised her hand towards the heavy brass knocker.