Arrogance
Arrogance You had me pinned on the sofa, my hands above my head, and my face centimetres from yours, looking into your eyes with a mixture of shock, innocence, fear and longing. Your eyes stalk the path my tongue has taken over my lips. I watch as your eyes dilate entranced by the movement. There is a growing side of me that wants to hysterically laugh at the situation because this type of thing doesn’t happen to good girls, or so I thought. I realise that my situation is very real and this...