Insaciable83

He had been greeting me politely for months, but that hot morning I discovered in the refrigerator’s reflection that he wasn’t looking at my eyes.

I arrived at the motel saying I didn’t want to go on, convinced I would stop everything. I had no idea how much I’d enjoy losing that argument with myself.

I'd spent years pretending with my boyfriend. That night, across the bar, was the one man who truly knew what my body had been asking for.

I only needed a bathroom that hot afternoon. What that old man at the garage did with his phone left me trapped and at his mercy for days.

I sat in the passenger seat just out of curiosity, but that night I learned some decisions are made without thinking too much.

When he stayed to practice a few poses, I could feel him looking at me. I hadn’t had a partner in months, and my body had decided for me long before my head did.

My heart was racing and my legs were tight. I didn’t want to look, didn’t want to think; I only wanted him to keep going and finally discover what I’d imagined so many times.

For eons I knew only the silence of the void. Until I hooked a signal in a blue world and, without asking permission, slipped into the body of a woman on fire.

My sister was abroad, so I attended in her place. When my nephew demanded his present in front of his friends, I knew I wouldn’t return home the same.

Everyone at the university knew what I was like, and the guard at the gate only needed a smile to understand that that afternoon, after cleaning up, I wouldn’t be leaving so fast.

Every so often I’d type her name to see if I could find her. She never showed up. Until that morning, when the first result was her, exact, unmistakable.