The Prickle

Once the rush of adrenalin was over, she felt inadequate. As she straightened her clothes and sat up looking at the moonlight, she got hold of the moment that was over.

An abandoned bridge! The stranger! Her shameless advance!  The hasty touch of his hands!  His stinking tongue that wandered over her body! Tempting Her! One prickle of pain and it was over! Like it never started! The utmost dissatisfaction!

She did not feel the swaying of emotions or the ecstasy she had always imagined. All of a sudden, she felt very small, exposed and incomplete. With sickening thoughts of the departed moments, she sat up, pulled her skirt over her knees and walked away with a sore body and even sorer feelings.


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