into my eyes. “Last time I was here, him and I. Well, I got to play out that fantasy and he was nothing but respectful. I know she’s in safe hands. Very capable and thrilling, but still safe hands.” Anne has the nerve to look guilty as she explains her reasoning.
“It still feels wrong.” I look down at the hem of my skirt and run my fingers along its edges. The wind blows softly, pushing the weeping willows stem of leaves to stroke against the length of my arm.
“I guess it might, but I could tell you felt something for that chick in the elevator. Don’t try to tell me you didn’t feel it, because it was so strong, even I felt it. If you wanted to be with her this weekend, I would make sure you were safe and still came away with an experience you couldn’t ever forget. It’s why we are here, baby girl.” My nose wrinkles as she speaks of Pandora.
“I can’t deny I felt something, but I’ve never been into girls.” I shrug and lift my hand to rub the weeping willows branches through my fingers. “This place is really messing with me.” Kelly smiles weakly and nods.
“I feel it too, but I love it. The magic and lust, it’s dancing on my fucking skin!” Kelly lets her arms fly out by her sides and begins twirling in large circles. “I love it so much!” She screams and Anne and I are left giggling and joining her in her spinning fit. We spin and spin until we are all dizzy and fall to the ground in a pile of sexy clothes and spilled drinks.
My lungs burn and my cheeks ache from laughing so hard. We lay in a pile together for a while until we all catch our breaths again. Anne stands up first and then I make my way to my feet. I look down at the pretty boots I’m wearing and wonder why my feet aren’t killing me. I don’t normally wear heels, and when I do, two hours is almost always my max before I bust out my ballet flats. A small smile tugs at my lips, must be the fucking magic.
Kelly’s stomach growls loudly, “OK, I’m with Serenity. We need food!”
“I think I smell fried dough,” I remind myself and follow my nose to the nearest food truck. It really is just like the fairs in the real world that we visit every year, and we order one giant piece of fried dough to share. When our order is filled we go back to our bench and sit to pick at the greasy bread smothered in powdered sugar.
A deep longing howl rips through the air and something in its tone grabs my heart. I stand up, brushing the sugar that spilled from my thighs to start walking in the direction of the sounds. “Wait up!” Anne calls as she hauls Kelly to her feet, but I can’t stop. I need to find the owner of that howl.
I start to jog, then full out run as I get closer. I can feel the soul it belongs to and it’s the other half of mine. I don’t know how I know that but I just do. My soulmate is crying out for me! A building shaped like a mountain with a cave opening for a doorway is where the noise is coming from. I run inside.
It’s dark and hard to see anything. As I enter fully I’m stopped by lines of women who are keeping me from reaching who I’m looking for. There are so many of them, divided into four lines. I stand on my tip toes in my heels and try to look over their heads. A dimly lit sign reads “Coyote Mountain.” And under the sign attendants are checking writs cuffs and slowly letting in only a few of the women waiting.
“What is this?” I ask out loud but not directing my question at anyone in particular.
“The hottest male review, like ever!” A middle aged woman in front of me turns around to tell me. Her eyes are wide and bright and her cheeks are flushed like she is already excited. She
“It still feels wrong.” I look down at the hem of my skirt and run my fingers along its edges. The wind blows softly, pushing the weeping willows stem of leaves to stroke against the length of my arm.
“I guess it might, but I could tell you felt something for that chick in the elevator. Don’t try to tell me you didn’t feel it, because it was so strong, even I felt it. If you wanted to be with her this weekend, I would make sure you were safe and still came away with an experience you couldn’t ever forget. It’s why we are here, baby girl.” My nose wrinkles as she speaks of Pandora.
“I can’t deny I felt something, but I’ve never been into girls.” I shrug and lift my hand to rub the weeping willows branches through my fingers. “This place is really messing with me.” Kelly smiles weakly and nods.
“I feel it too, but I love it. The magic and lust, it’s dancing on my fucking skin!” Kelly lets her arms fly out by her sides and begins twirling in large circles. “I love it so much!” She screams and Anne and I are left giggling and joining her in her spinning fit. We spin and spin until we are all dizzy and fall to the ground in a pile of sexy clothes and spilled drinks.
My lungs burn and my cheeks ache from laughing so hard. We lay in a pile together for a while until we all catch our breaths again. Anne stands up first and then I make my way to my feet. I look down at the pretty boots I’m wearing and wonder why my feet aren’t killing me. I don’t normally wear heels, and when I do, two hours is almost always my max before I bust out my ballet flats. A small smile tugs at my lips, must be the fucking magic.
Kelly’s stomach growls loudly, “OK, I’m with Serenity. We need food!”
“I think I smell fried dough,” I remind myself and follow my nose to the nearest food truck. It really is just like the fairs in the real world that we visit every year, and we order one giant piece of fried dough to share. When our order is filled we go back to our bench and sit to pick at the greasy bread smothered in powdered sugar.
A deep longing howl rips through the air and something in its tone grabs my heart. I stand up, brushing the sugar that spilled from my thighs to start walking in the direction of the sounds. “Wait up!” Anne calls as she hauls Kelly to her feet, but I can’t stop. I need to find the owner of that howl.
I start to jog, then full out run as I get closer. I can feel the soul it belongs to and it’s the other half of mine. I don’t know how I know that but I just do. My soulmate is crying out for me! A building shaped like a mountain with a cave opening for a doorway is where the noise is coming from. I run inside.
It’s dark and hard to see anything. As I enter fully I’m stopped by lines of women who are keeping me from reaching who I’m looking for. There are so many of them, divided into four lines. I stand on my tip toes in my heels and try to look over their heads. A dimly lit sign reads “Coyote Mountain.” And under the sign attendants are checking writs cuffs and slowly letting in only a few of the women waiting.
“What is this?” I ask out loud but not directing my question at anyone in particular.
“The hottest male review, like ever!” A middle aged woman in front of me turns around to tell me. Her eyes are wide and bright and her cheeks are flushed like she is already excited. She
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