Page 5 of Virgin's New Flavors of Lust
Another part of me longs to do a lot more, to get dragged into a mess that I have no idea if I’m going to be able to get myself out of. A part of me wonders what I’m going to do if something is happening.
Tightening my robe around my nightdress, not wanting to be showing anything, I make my way downstairs. The knocking isn’t insistent, but it seems like the person knows that I am home.
But when I peep through the peephole, I’m immediately stunned at the beautiful men on the other side.
Just who are they?
Opening the door just enough, I peek out and look at them hesitantly, feeling like my heart is going to burst right out of my chest. I have no idea what is going to come from that, but it is pretty evident that a lot more will come from it.
I guess I have no clue what I’m going to do but it’s clear to me that it’s going to end up being a lot more.
Can I even handle what else is going to come from it?
I’m not certain but it is very evident to me that this is the way that things will happen and I’m not going to be able to do anything else about it. Going back and forth in my head, I exhale slowly as I run my fingers through my hair.
I don’t know what I’m longing for, but I do know what I need.
What I’m craving.
It’s evident that there’s nothing else for me to do about it and I’m going back and forth on it. When I see the look on everyone’s faces when they look at me, it’s more certain to me that I might end up needing to do a lot more.
But the men are gorgeous.
It is obvious that they are twin brothers, tall and muscular although the one closest to the door is a little on the leaner side. Both with pitch black hair, the main thing that is different about them is their eye color.
The one closest to me has green eyes while the other has brown.
And by the looks of it, they want something from me.
Especially as they are looking at me with hunger.
Like they might end up devouring me whole and I’m not going to be able to do a damn thing about it. Nervously, I try to decide what is going to end up coming from it because I’m certain that this is what I’m going to end up doing.
I’m just concerned about what they want from me.
“What is this about?” I ask them, just trying to keep the door between us, “do I know you?”
The one closest to me grins, a twinkle in his eyes, “we’re your next-door neighbors. My name is Alexi, and this is Mikhail. What is your name?”
“Rory.” I introduce myself, wondering what might come from it.
A part of me is nervous about what is going to come but I end up shaking their outstretched hands. It’s like a spark wells inside of me, making me immediately jerk my hand back because I have no clue what is going to come from it.
Something tells me that it isn’t going to be easy.
That I’m going to end up having to do a lot more if I know what is good for me.
I just wonder what more will be able to come from it before it is too late.
Something tells me that things are not going to be easy but I’m just taking things one step at a time. I wish that I could decide what I want.
I wish that I could just figure out how they are making me feel.
“Did you need something?” I wonder, just trying to ignore the urges rising inside of me.
I’d love to be able to do a lot more, to be tempted by them.
I don’t know why I’m feeling like this, an ache continuing building within me as I’m just figuring it out. I hate all of it, feeling like I’m going crazy.
