*Trigger warning: This story does not include evidence of consent. For the sake of fantasy and fun, we’re going to imagine both parties are consensual. The inspiration for this story was taken from an experience in which both parties has already consented to sex and sexual acts as well as entering personal spaces uninvited. I wrote this story from the perspective of first flirtation to represent the ravenous nature of an imagination fueled by curiosity and desire. I’m not condoning this type of activity in a situation where consent and boundaries have not already been established by all participating parties.*
“Boggle”
I jump when my phone buzzes and consequently tip my plate, sending my toast careening to the floor, jelly side down. I lunge over the snack, now garnished generously with dog hair and unlock my phone with the back of my sticky fingered hand.
I lick my fingertips as I read your message. I wonder if your heart skips like mine does when your phone sings. Our banter has been flirty, quippy and dangerously magnetic. The push and pull of our game causes warmth to pool in my lower belly as I read. My body flushes with prickling arousal as my eyes devour your latest tease. Ohh you’re good. We’ve been playing with each other for weeks, our intentions clear. But, we’re both too stubborn to be the first one to fold.
I know you’re alone tonight. I picture you lounging in your sweatpants looking smug as you sharpen your newest weapon and hit send. Gods you probably look amazing in sweatpants. I hate to admit how often I’ve been checking my phone for the possibility of a missed notification. Sometimes, I just open our thread and stare at it, waiting for those damned ellipsis to appear. You’re in my head and I hate it. The limbo between your attentions is wasting so much of my time, I could be doing so many other things. You’re probably carrying on as usual. I have no way of knowing for sure because you’re always so damned determined to come off unaffected and unruffled. You know that drives me crazy. The indifference simultaneously makes me want to cut you off completely and see if you’d give me the satisfaction of chasing me but, it also makes me want charge straight for you and unleash everything I have, gambling that you will offer the slightest kernel of praise.
My knuckles are white as I clutch the courier of my wretched torment. My breathing is clipped and I force myself to take a few deep breath’s to disperse the animalistic need seizing my muscles. We’ve been circling each other for a while now, studying, delivering jabs and attempting to lure one another into into shrinking the lines of attack. I think tonight may be the night I enter your zone of engagement and shoot for a take down.
I’ve been to your place on so many casual occasions. We’ve been running in parallel circles for years, I know where you keep your hide-a-key. I flip my phone in my hands and contemplate the craziness of what I’m thinking. These past few weeks you’ve kept me on my toes, battering me with blows that have left me breathless. Just when I think I have you, you’re one step ahead, effortlessly throwing me off balance. My emotions are putting me at risk of getting sloppy and falling right into you. If I’m not careful, you’ll use my own impatient energy against me and it I might as well tighten my own collar around my neck and hand you the leash. I’m losing this battle of wits and endurance. It seems my only option tonight is playing a wildcard.
“This is crazy” I whisper to myself. I grab my jacket and force my ass out the door before I have a chance to think better of it. You’re not like the others. You’re too smart for the normal song and dance. I see you exhausted by boredom when life aligns perfectly with your expectations. I’ve been holding back, playing it by the book this entire time for fear you might balk at my true nature. But, you’ve made it clear enough by your goading entendres that you can handle me. I am pure chaos at my core and you’re about to get the full impact.
I’m going to boggle your mind.
🎼 “Boggle” Mega Mango