Alter Ego

Sara is getting more and more comfortable with the self emerging out of her when with Damian…

He calls. I am free. I go. His place. A friend of his is there. We chat, I am a different me. Who knows what his friend thinks… Damian and I kiss. I sit on his lap and tell them about what I did last night. I went out dancing with some girlfriends and there was this smug-looking guy in the club that peaked my interest. He was full of himself and acting like it. Naturally, I felt like I wanted to play with him, I love a challenge. I started glancing in his direction while moving my body in a sensual way to the rhythm of the music. It did not take long until he noticed me. Our eyes met and communicated. Next thing you know, he was dancing with me, our bodies surprisingly comfortable in close proximity. We both were exuding a similar vibe, so at that moment we were energetically aligned. It was beautiful, the harmony between us, the unspoken attraction, the success of my seduction. I knew it was going to work, somehow I was very confident about it. And it did. We did not talk, we just danced. At one point all eyes were on us, our synchronized moves almost felt like foreplay on the dancefloor. His hands on my hips, swaying and grinding and twirling and pulling me closer. He was a good dancing partner for sure. When I was getting ready to leave he asked me for my number. I knew this could not be repeated, it was perfect for this moment but it had no future. I did not even hesitate and I made up a set of digits. He looked at me mesmerized, I kissed him swiftly on the lips and slipped away from his slow dance embrace. It was way past Cinderella hour and my voice was starting to disappear from the cigarette smoke in the club.