Chapter 4 The Unfolding Touch

The confident, sassy self stared back at me in the mirror. My old baggy garments were replaced with a tight pencil skirt that allows better access to my ass. My breasts were perky and confident as the bright pink top encircled them wonderfully, enhancing their appearance. My hourglass figure was enhanced with a well-fitting jacket that covered my assets and gave me a professional look. My eyes seemed wider and deeper because of the deep kohl I used on them.

My lips were painted a sensual shade of crimson, giving me a sensuous appearance. You could tell that I was well-groomed (as to what I thought). My round spectacles gave it a final polish, adding a new dimension to my rounded features. We had to meet Myra in her sexiest, most sassy, and most caustic form. She was ready to fight for her place in this male-dominated culture.

A vulture was a man's best friend in the corporeal world. It was clear that they were only interested in those who were willing to snooze. Outside, the corporate world is all glitz and power, but on the inside, it's worse than a woman's everyday life in a room. All corporate women have to deal with eve-teasing, males checking out your assets, attempting to pass on harsh comments about you, or even just wanting to get a chance to fuck you. To be honest, I was used to hearing such obnoxious offers all the time because I worked in public relations.

After a few days of being back to my old self, everyone began to take an interest in me. This made me the woman of their fantasies, turning them on with my daring actions and fascinating stare. I was the queen of their fantasy world, which was filled with people who wanted to be like me. That I was now getting a lot of male attention and requests wasn't something I was looking forward to. The change in the world's perception of me, on the other hand, was astonishing. Everything I met in person or on social media offered me a one-night fling, a date, or even sexual relations with them.

My body felt as if it were in a market full of flesh and these men were ready to put me up for sale at moments. For a woman, though, remaining at home isn't the best option. We don't want her viewed as a valuable trophy in a male-dominated culture. Rather, she's supposed to carve herself her own niche and take control of the universe. In the same way that a guy has the right to sleep or have sex with as many women as he wants to satisfy his carnal cravings, so does a woman.

But taking the risk at this point was worth it since I was...OUT OF LOVE.

This evening, I was going to meet up with one of my former coworkers from my previous workplace. Though I didn't want to seduce him when he saw me, his face lit up and he couldn't get his eyes off of me. He was intimidated by my being around him. We had lunch together at his house. While feeling disoriented, he grabbed me by the neck, smothered in kisses, and held me close.

Inwardly, I was in a tizzy. I was having a fling with a man who was only a casual acquaintance of mine. There were times when being intimate with someone else felt like a betrayal to me as a married woman. But thinking about him made me angry and the memories of his body-shaming me came flooding back.

So, I snatched the man up and kissed him passionately in an attempt to show Ray that I was still charming and that I had the right to live as I pleased and have sex with whomever I pleased. He kept stroking my boobs till he finally reached my core, which shocked me. Like the first rain after a hot summer, pleasure raced through my body to fulfill my need. By the time I was able to understand and enjoy Stacy, he had sunk his claws deep into me. Because of the discomfort of being sexually deprived for a year, I began to moan out of frustration. Upon the first contact, my body was receptive, and I felt him in every inch of my body.

...fuck and forget was the only credo to follow on this path of dark romance.