Desires Of The Flesh

I bit my lips seductively as I came closer to him. He held me, brushing his muscles against my body and pinned me to the wall.

"Bend down and suck." He commanded.

I got on my knees, taking up his hard cock in my mouth. Circling my fingers around the thick mass, I worked my fingers to the top, pressing softly on his delicate balls while running my tongue around the pink tip.

"Yeah baby, that's it," he mumbled, digging his hand into my hair and pushing my head forward. I increased my pace, shoving his dick into my mouth at increased acceleration, deepthroating him at every second I got. My fellatio game was a ten, and before I could swallow his popsicle one last time, he came, releasing his salty seed all over my bare boobs.

Sighing, I closed my diary, putting down my pen. As a nineteen year old girl, I loved reading novels and steamy novels always captured my attention. My love for reading also spurred the writer in me. I had written a lot of scenes, different characters in various sex scenes and their banging bodies. I mostly wrote from a first person point of view, projecting myself as the protagonist. I wrote what I wished for myself, to have that curvy waist with round plump ass and cupped boobs. Standing up and looking at myself, I knew I was far from what I desired.

"Which guy would want a girl like me?"

I observed my body which was a bit too slim, my boobs were not more than the size of a sliced guava, my hips were almost boyish and my face was covered in a galaxy of pimples.

"Ugh" I sighed, disgusted by my own looks. I envied other girls my age who flaunted those crop tops with their mannequin figures.

Brushing the physique thoughts aside, I looked at my diary and continued writing down. My attention got divided as my phone chimed, interrupting my roaring imagination.

A message popped up on the screen.

"Hi Emily"

"Hope to see you at church"

I rolled my eyes with a lack of interest as I looked into the blue light. I dropped the phone after making up my mind not to reply.

"When he is tired, he'll leave me"

Joshua was a childhood friend. However, I lost contact with him once I moved with my family to a new neighborhood. On a casual day, while I was getting groceries from the store, I bumped into someone, causing everything to fall from my hand. Staring into the familiar face in front of me, I immediately recognized it.

"Joshua"

Our reunited friendship had been going on quite well,until he began acting like he visited some fucking seminary school or sort.

"Let's go to church next Sunday," he would always invite me.

His persuasion got annoying till the extent that I began avoiding him. Eighteen sure looked good on me, I had spent my earlier years being prudish and I had determined to make my later teenage years hot and steamy.

"But where to start?"

"By ignoring Joshua of course," I sighed and placed my phone on the table, before drifting into the land of dreams.

"Brrrr" I heard the alarm ring and quickly placed my hand over it, shutting it down.

"Morning already?" I mumbled as I pulled the blanket over my body, unwilling to get out of bed.

"Emily, wake up and get dressed or you'll be late." I heard my mother say as she knocked on the door.

I responded by placing the pillow over my head, covering my ears. Her constant knocking pissed me off and I had no choice than to get out of bed.

"Coming mom," I shouted as I wore my flip-flops and dashed into the bathroom.

"Was I rushing to grab the school bus?"

Obviously not. I was done with high school. In three months time, I will be turning nineteen.

I dressed in a peach floral dress and wrapped my hair in a bun, trying my best to look as elegant as possible.

"Success dear," my mom said as she planted a kiss on my forehead.

I alighted from the car, clutching my bag tightly as I inhaled the air around the environment of Greenville dance academy.

This glassy building, surrounded by trees and erected majestically in the heart of the city had been my dream all my life. I had begun taking ballet classes since I was five. Although I did not look as pretty as a ballet dancer, my moves were pretty amazing. I walked down the hall, ready to actualize that dream and my eyes scanned the girls who were trotting the same path as me. Tall, slender, curvy, I sighed as I studied their physique.

"Ouch" I winced, as I collapsed on the cold tiles. Someone had bumped into me or rather, I had bumped into someone.

"Let me help you" he said as I felt his muscular hands on my shoulders, sending shivers down my spine.

"Are you okay?" He asked, revealing a perfect set of white teeth.

"Yeah" I managed to say.

"Alright beautiful," he said before leaving.

I blinked my eyes, asking myself if I heard well. No one had ever called me beautiful, except for my mom.

"Was he just trying to flirt with me?" I asked, nearly puking at the thought of it. I detested guys who were flirts. He had awesome looks though, I'm definitely going to make him a character in one of my novels.

"Attention everyone, start changing into your costumes, the interview is kicking off in less than an hour." The loud speakers blared, and all the girls began scampering into the locker rooms.

I changed into my dance outfit and pinned the number which was assigned to me on my blouse.

"Number 13, that's a lucky number," I heard an unfamiliar voice say. Turning to the side, my eyes met a brunette smiling enthusiastically at me.

"I'm Marnie," she said, stretching her hand for a handshake.

"Emily"

"Your outfit is nice," she said, complimenting the pink trunk I was wearing.

"Yours too" I responded.

"Not sure if I wanted to go to a dance academy, it's been my mom's idea" she said, "but I'm sure I'll ace it" she said courageously.

I smiled, wishing I was as high spirited as her. Normally, I was a bit snubbish and I was pretty sure that if she hadn't spoken to me, I would have left without uttering a word to anyone.

A lady came forward and spoke, "alright everyone, we'll divide you into two groups, group A by my right and group B by my left"

Marnie and I fell into group A.

"Okay, group A, come forward and pair yourselves in twos."

Marnie held my hand and we chose ourselves as partners. The first set took the stage and the music began playing. I was a shy and nervous person at times, but the blonde girl dancing on the stage looked like one that was having a panic attack. She almost tripped and fell while dancing and her face was flushed as soon as the music came to an end.

I and Marnie stepped onto the stage for the next set. I swayed my hips to the side, moving rhythmically as Dua Lipa's Levitating started playing.

Adding my flexible prowess,I splitted a couple of times, while still keeping up with the beat. As the judges looked at both of us, a familiar pair of eyes winked at me. It was the same boy I had bumped into, seated among the judges. Studying his features intently, while still maintaining my stance, it dawned on me that I had judged hastily.

He was not a boy, he was a man. The music came to an abrupt end and I exited the stage, his eyes were still trailing me.

"That was great, your moves were so smooth, you're a great dancer." I heard Marnie utter with her light voice.

I had almost forgotten that someone was by my side.

"You did great too" I complimented, despite the fact that I had not turned to look at her throughout the dance. My gaze was shifting through the judges, casting glances at the man that I had bumped into, as his constant gaze kept piercing through me.

We watched the other groups perform and left after the announcements had been made. Marnie left with her boyfriend and I stood on the road trying to get a taxi for myself.

A sleek black car pulled up in front of me, blocking my path. Before I could move to the other side,the window wound down and I inhaled a vanilla scent.

Then he spoke, "hey beautiful, care for a ride?"