Day 1: Cobwebs

Genre: Horror
Universe: Undefined
Rating: PG-13 / TW: Spiders, mentions of sex/sexuality

     Now, I wouldn't say I'm a man who regularly gives into the more passionate Earthly delights, 'specially with a stranger, but She was something different and I tell ya, before I could make any sense of it all, She had me wrapped around her pinky so tight that I dare say no mortal man or woman coulda broke me free. 

     I was nursing a Jack and Coke at Frankie's, just like I always do on a Friday while the game's on. Then She came in and every jaw in the goddamn place dropped, didn't matter if the guy had a wife at home or whatever, 'cuz She was something else in that black silk dress of Hers. Good Lord, the way it was hug'n Her best parts, skirt up her thighs like it was try'n to get closer to God. Then for some reason She saddled up next to me, ordered a shot of whiskey and started chatting like we were old friends.

     I don't remember much of what She said. All I can remember is how dark her eyes were, like they caught all the light in the place and drank it up. Her voice was like that whiskey She was drink'n, too, and triple as intoxicate'n. And I swear I'm no pervert but Her ass was so tantalizin' it was like a peach that got plucked from that same Tree that fell Adam back in the day, and let me tell you, getting my hand onto Her lower back as we walked outta the bar together felt like an original sin, whoo boy. 

     Now you get invited home with a Lady like that, you don't fuss. You just nod your head and thank whatever power you believe in that She even looked at your sorry ass, nonetheless talked to you.

     She took me back to her place, one of those nice ones up on High Street, where all the old family money is around here. I didn't expect Her house to be so dusty when we got inside - you'd think She'd have someone to take care of that while She went about do'n whatever She does in her free time. Cobwebs everywhere like She hadn't dusted in a decade. I paid it no mind, tho, got up to that bedroom right quick and made on with the festivities if ya get my drift.

     And a gentleman don't kiss and tell but, damn. Just. Damn. I ain't never gonna top a night like that, not in this life.

     Well, I might get lucky. Woke up blindfolded this morning, my wrists and ankles tied up to the bedposts. Been waiting for Her to come back, little kinkster. Whatever She tied me up with feels kinda sticky, and I don't know if that's some sorta thing rich women like but, hey, I'm open minded.

     Heard Her moving around in the bathroom a bit ago… oh, yeah. She just opened the door, singing my name in that pretty voice of Hers. I'm just gonna relax back… Breath steady, mmm, feel her put one hand on me, then another… then another…

     Wait. What the hell? How many hands She got? I don't hear nobody else in here and I ain't up for no weird orgy shit. Hey, now, you stop--Ow! She's biting my neck, like not playful at all, is she trying to eat me?! What the fuck what the fuck whatthefu---!