Category: eroticliterature

It’s dark now. Not completely, no. The clock on the night stand illuminates the corner in a faint light, declaring the time- 8:04. I was expecting you at 8. I wouldn’t even notice under normal circumstances. Four minutes? There could have been traffic, or you stopped to get a drink at a gas station, or you couldn’t find your shoes right away or any other completely mundane scenario. But tonight… Tonight I’m antsy. Eager. I step to the window and pull the blind aside, peering out into the night. A street light illuminates the alley in a vibrant yellow hue. It reminds me of the color of the moon over a polluted city. I can see rain falling in front of the light- Only in front of the light, everywhere else out there, in the darkness, seems still. I had known, though, it was raining, even before I saw it. I had opened the window sometime earlier- Just a crack- But the smell of fresh rain in autumn pervaded the room some time ago. I close it now. I think that’s best; if the neighbors were to hear what I have planned… What’s going to happen… It could make things rather… We’ll say “awkward.” I stare at the rain falling, lulling, becoming almost hypnotized. Time rushes past me, standing there at my window, watching everything and nothing. I notice the wind picking up as the leaves, bathed in yellow light, begin to sway and dance. I can hear the rain now, the wind picking up the tear-shaped droplets and banging them against my window. And just as quickly as the intensity of the storm (if you can call it that) had built, it dissipated, turning into a mere sprinkle. I can barely even see the rain in front of the light now- It looks more like a haze falling than actual rain. Read more »