She saw them swimming. All three of them. Naked. Maybe there were a few more nearby but she didn't want to know about the rest. She was only interested in them.
She stood on the steps and looked at them with a smile on her face. They looked happy and carefree like the world belongs to them. When they emerged from under the water, their dark skins glistening from the heat of the sun.
From where she can see them, she figured they were still young. They still have so much to learn. There’s no denying that they are not too big in size either. Given time, they would make up on that. Yet, she was fascinated by the way they swim.
They looked like they were actually dancing in the water. They glided effortlessly and moved gracefully. When they came up for some air, it was as if they were kissing each other’s cheeks. When they sensed that someone was looking, they dived underneath. As if they were shy and embarrassed that she saw a private moment.
She wanted to know what they were thinking. Or what it was like to be them. Yet, when she yelled the questions, they pretended they didn’t hear her. They turned their backs and swam further.
She had to stop them. She wasn’t ready for them to leave and she knew she had to do something about it so she put one foot in the murky water. Enticing them with what she has. She has learnt of thing they like most so she used that knowledge to get them to come to her.
They didn’t hear her, but they felt her stirring the water. They sensed her need and they got a whiff of her smell and her blood.
They knew she was teasing them. They knew that the moment they reached her, she would pull her foot out of the water, but they cannot help but swimming closer.
She was that kind of a woman. A teaser. One who would do anything just so she could get her way. One who would give a sultry glance and flaunt her beauty. The gestures had come naturally. Perhaps, in her past life, she had been a bit of a temptress. She liked the idea. It felt just about right. Their personalities were so strong that she needed something to help keep them in line.
Yet, she wasn’t solely to blame.
They were part of this game. This was how they were brought up. If they were happy, they would not go looking for excitement out of their boundaries. The truth was that they were hungry for more. Common things at home were no longer exciting for them. They want a red blooded one.
She was still there.
They wanted to kiss her feet, rub her knees and move up to her thighs. When they find the right moment, they would sink their little fangs into her flesh.
She would not even scream.
12 Dec 2003
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