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

“I heard somewhere that there are like a lot of bridges in Paris and you sort of walk around the entire city and walk along each one of them till you find your bridge. The river that speaks to you. The metal that whispers your name and once you do. You go there every day with your little croissant and a diary and speak to it. Is that true?” 


“Because you can’t find your bridge until you have found all of you. I hadn’t found you yet. And now that I have I might just find that bridge that speaks to me.” 


“Anyways it time for lunch. I saw this little Café at the end of the street that I am curious about. Maybe we could go there and have lunch after which we can head to The Louvre. That is if it is still open.” 


Chapter 91