Anticipation /// The Radio

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
*Inspired by a recurring dream I've been having, and the amazing song Put The Radio On by UK rock band Keane *

Listen to the song before you read this for the full effect! :)

Submitted: October 04, 2019

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Picture this.

 

You're standing across from me, on the other side of my kitchen. It is nightfall, and the glow from the moon serves as our only source of light. It just doesn't feel right to have it any other way.

You. With that intense, deeply brooding stare that hides all of the things you want to do to me. Watching. Waiting for the perfect, calculated moment. 

Me. With my quickening heartbeat and throbbing libido. My patience has been wearing thinner by the second, and I feel incredibly starved. Trapped in this state of lustful hysteria. 

We've both had a few glasses, just enough to get a happy buzz going. As if we even needed that. When our worlds collide, the buzz and electricity is immensely powerful. Fuck the booze, I need to quench my thirst and devour every shot of you. I think you want that, as well. The energy is just a little too palpable. The chemistry is an undeniable fact. The tension? It just looms over us constantly. It hangs in the air like an unspoken secret. We feel it all over, desperate to grab a knife and cut at it.

So why not just act on it?

What is stopping us? Rather, what is stopping you?

Until you put the wine glass down. You're slowly making your way over to me. As if my heart couldn't race any faster; Only you would be allowed to cause me a heart attack. 

Now I can smell the musky scent of your cologne. You're close enough for me to shove you into the counter and taste your lips at last. For such a long time now... We both thought about this.

But you beat me to the punch.

Our mouths have finally intertwined, and that goddamn tension is exploding all around us. All I can feel is the heat, your intensity, the lust, the want. You. All of you. Whimpering as your fingers tease me through my jeans. Losing my mind as we get absorbed in nothing but each other. Not caring who could hear us living out our fantasies.

You put the radio on.

Nothing in this world could've matched that level of passion and intimacy. It was akin to a meeting of long-lost lovers; You knew just what to do and how to make me fall apart. And boy, did we ever fall apart. Your skin never lost contact with mine. We fit together perfectly, better than I could have imagined. Our moans battled the radio in a war of beautiful symphonies, and I think we won that fight by a long shot.

By the time we finished, the sheets were absolutely soaked. Still, we laid there. Blissed out in the fragments of our lust. You had your arm around me as we gasped for breath in unison. Then, our eyes met. I knew at that moment alone that this wasn't just another one-time thing. There were many more radio-filled nights to come in our future.

However...

Would that build-up, the mesmerizing anticipation, ever be the same as it was tonight? Will I get hooked on your touch, and crave it just as badly when the feeling is much too familiar?

It's a question I'm not sure I want the answer to.

It's a dream I would like to revisit often, one of those that you wish to never wake from. 

Maybe I'm just dreaming now?

My eyes are closed, and I'm starting to believe that thought.

Until you turned the radio off.


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