It all began in the sundry cold winters, where everyone was prepping for Christmas Eve. The streets were filled with joy and celebration. In one way of the other, wishes were being fulfilled.
And here you were , sitting near the warmth your fireplace, yet feeling cold inside. Amidst the joy and festivity, all you could feel was mundanity. The feeling morphed into a a dark desire, the desire to be wanted, to be felt and more importantly, to please someone with your being.
You had always known that your body was a perfect pleaser for men, but the man you loved, wasted you. Perhaps that would be being too harsh on him. He could not look after you enough, you tried to give him the benefit of doubt.
But the doubt gave way to jealously, and jealously, fueled your desires even more. Even a bare cold breeze felt arousing to your body.
*ting tong* goes the bell. “Who could be at this moment?” You thing to yourself. You go out, dress in your pjs and your tank top, wearing a warming jacket which barely covers your cleavage.