“if only you could see”

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The apple that was pressed against her mouth had the same deep red color as the one painted on her lips. She flashed pearly teeth that bit down into the apple with a satisfying crunch and a spray of juice that trickled down her chin. She finished chewing and smiled, then licked her lips. Across the room was a man, sitting on a bed. A man with more physical desires than any single woman could hope to fulfill. He was a handsome man, with dark and intense features: dark brown hair, broad shoulders, a square jaw, and skin that had seen just enough sun, and a charming, but manipulative, demeanor. The only light things about him were his eyes and his laugh. But those too were deceptive. His eyes were a piercing light blue, and his laughter only had the façade of being earnest. There was once a way to see the fragile insides of this man. Physical intimacy allowed his rough layers to be pulled back. His first experience with such an encounter was no doubt enlightening, as many would agree. But as he grew older, he became more corrupt, and now even an act as cherished as sex became corrupt as well.

And the woman with the apple isn’t the only one.

His name was Viktor, and he managed to charm ten others, all residing with him. Their ages vary but none of them are the same age as him.

He waited on the bed as the woman with the apple made her way towards him. She moved slowly, teasing Viktor with her body as she slowly removed articles of clothing, and letting them fall to the ground. She placed both arms behind her back and slowly unzipped the dress she was wearing, the first article to be removed. She did this with a sly smile, and kept her gaze on Viktor. He sat, transfixed by her. She finished unzipping her dress, revealing a black lacy bra, but nothing covered her below the waist. Viktor snapped out of the trance, then stood and pulled off his shirt. Not able to wait any longer, he came to her then lifted and carried her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and her arms around his shoulders. Her calf muscle twitched, but her grip was firm. He brought her to the mirror that was built in the wall on one side, and kept her against it. Goosebumps prickled on her skin, and she held him more tightly for warmth. He unhooked her bra, and delighted in the sensation of her chest on his. She began kissing his neck, then with a voice that came from deep within, he moaned, “Oh… Natalia..”

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