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

The bartender was worried about the number of glasses he had filled for the rude gentleman that had arrived an hour ago. He was hesitantly pouring each glass, not because he did not think the gentleman would not pay for he had already handed over a wad of cash that would be more than enough for many more drinks but it was the shake of his hands that worried him. He did not want to clean up after him or have to find out who to call to take him home. If there even was someone to do so. 


After serving yet another glass of whiskey he finally summed up the courage and said, “Sir, I don’t think I can serve any more drinks to you.” 


“And why would that be? I know how much I paid you and that should cover more drinks. Do not try to scam me.” Sky responded irritatingly. 


“And I will happily return the sum that you are owed but it’s time that you call someone to pick you up.” 


chapter 113