1. Discovery part 1


    Date: 8/6/2015, Categories: Seduction, Author: humblemetsuke, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    Claire. No problem. I’ll bring it round later on today.” Realising I had errands to run, I relented, and offered to fetch it there and then. On my return, and having handed custody of the laptop over to her, without warning she squealed a high pitched giggle. She threw her arms around me, enveloping me around her and smothering my face with kisses. “You are such a good friend Tony, I really appreciate it. My guardian angel with special shoes!” I waited until she had finished, and when we had gave our goodbyes, I turned my back to her. I couldn’t bear for her to see the tears coursing down my face. I shakily inhaled, and tried to pace myself, torturing myself with the possibilities that I had shamed myself. Did my hand linger on her back a second too long? Were they properly situated, and not too low, or high? I had taken a dreadful risk smelling her hair, would she feel my breath on her follicles? Realising the futility of the exercise, I mentally recited a Haiku to steady my nerves, an eccentric quirk of mines designed to fend off anxiety and panic attacks by channeling my energies elsewhere. Turning the collar of my trench coat upwards, and prissily fussing with my tie, I went home, to lick my psychic wounds relishing the rain and the beauty that Kelvingrove Park had to offer. Sometime later, after a shower and nap, I returned to my bedsit to find a rather ominous sounding text message from Claire. “Need to talk. Urgently. Come round soon as you can.” Puzzled, and ...
    fearful of what may have happened, I dressed as quickly as I could, desperately trying to subdue and quell the gnawing sense of worry that lay within my stomach like some malignant foetus. Sensing that I would need some moral support, I decided to don my favourite shirt. It is a fortunate person who can walk into an unknown situation and be assured of a positive result and regrettably, Lady Luck and I weren’t on speaking terms. Polishing my ring to a near luminescent dazzle (another nervous tic of mine) I set onward on my journey to solve the mystery of Claire. Arriving at her flat, I knocked on the door and patiently awaited her to allow me in, taking stock of her expression which was curiously, a mirror image of my own: a cautious, poker faced stoic mask of uncertain assertiveness. Desperate to break the ice, I enquired what was wrong. She didn’t respond and I seized the opportunity to allow myself in. Wordlessly and without complaint she let me past, and I stepped into the hall relishing the delicious smell of cooking that was tantalisingly wafting from the kitchen. She closed the front door with a discreet click, and walking ahead of me, silently motioned me to follow her. My curiosity and concern piqued in equal measure and laden with a sense of foreboding I followed her into the kitchen. We sat at the dining table, and she averted her gaze from my own, as if I were some frightful Basilisk, a snake that would turn her very essence to stone. In some respects that was entirely ...
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