Let's play a game he said.
And I agreed.
He called it possession and the possession was me.
Maybe just this one night I'll let Mr. Arizona possess me.
I might call him sky when we are all together but secretly when he touches me, touches the heat of my skin and the lust that drips along my legs I call him Mr. Arizona again.
It's a vile game we play where he lights a fire on my skin and I call him Mr. Arizona, watching the fire burn within his eyes when I moan it again and again. 
It's lust. 
That's what Mr. Arizona means.
Just that single word and in different names as we play different games but tonight he calls it possession.
Not another game of lust. He invited me to be won. 
To be possessed by him.

Forbidden Desires

Chris found himself distracted by the red head that quietly sat on the floor at the center table of his office opposite the couch. She had simply put on a pair of jeans and continued to wear the tee shirt he wore last night. There was nothing sexy about it. Despite that he found it arousing. He was aroused by the way the neck of the tee shirt fell of her right shoulder to reveal hints of her bright red bra. The lace of the strap teasing his senses, imagining the way she looked in that color. He knew for a fact that the neckline of the bra plunged low and pressed her breasts together, as they tried struggle their way out of the lace. A strand of hair just curled out of her pony tail, falling recklessly on her face, mischievously brushing at her jaw. She wore discarded her contacts and wore specs when she was alone with Chris. Letting the nerdy frame rest at the tip of her long nose. 


She looked like a sexy librarian whenever she wore specs. 


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