I’m Lacking Clarity. I know what needs to be done, just having a hard time getting at it.
Light Life Changers while behind a glass (taste)
Mind blurred in a rye like haze, still doubling over from my last exchange from lip to glass her attention still zeroed in on possibly the worst man in the joint.
“You never answered me, y’know?” She slurred it with a emboldening tap on my shoulder, I forgot the conversation at hand light years ago, the need to investigate the heavy aftertaste on my tongue kept me grounded in my own designs. A playful punch that jarred me half off my stool brought my attention back to those auburn eyes. Her eyes clearly suggested something - no, only one thing.
“Ask me anything.” Her deep tone hummed, almost strategically she returned her gaze to that expensive bourbon barely going bad in her glass showing off her carefully sculpted frame, that black dress, thin enough to be some sort indecent exposure crime though still leaving way too much for my inebriated imagination to hap haphazardly dissect,
She wasn’t like the other ones who land in this joint, the arm candy steady texting, facebooking, refreshing hive mind -n-no — she was as much a part of this scene as I was -no ….possibly more so. I didn’t even realize how quickly the glass came back down empty, ice ringing my attention to her posture, she was a natural. Her expression froze, eyes recessed , tongue appraising the flavor, defining the low impact burn, I could almost see the sensation trail down her throat, warming her center. She signaled another one from my favorite bartender, who looked impressed. He shot me a glance that was somewhere between jealousy and approval.
“Anything.” She demanded once more, undivided attention supplied. I was off kilter, this was a key moment between what was and what could have been. Times like this I wish I wasn’t swimming in spirits or at least was tapping around the shallows. Her eyes were unlocking my intentions directly and I had to answer, say something…anything…leap.
"What’s your favorite position?" Regret welled up within instantly, who told me that this was the best thing to say? I felt my faux confidence begin to reveal the sham of who was really at the wheel. A smirk etched those full reds as she pulled a strand of her long brown hair behind her ear and without hesitation — she answered.
What came next was what I could only describe as the most crippling, explosive, destructive and possibly cruel mental orgasm ever conceived . My face telegraphed once thought private feelings, she put her hand over mine and I felt like this night would end in legendary fashion.
- Light Life Changers while behind a Glass.
Jason H. Flynn.