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there’s a couple practically shagging on the second step. That’s the problem with chemical enhancement, it strips your inhibitions. I smile to myself, it sounds like they’re having a great time. Good for them.
    Then I spot him . I just see the back of him, but I could pick him out in a crowd of a thousand people. He pushes his way out to the dark back alley through the fire exit door and it slams behind him. I automatically step up my pace and follow. I don’t know why. I don’t know what I’m going to do, or say. My chest pounds as adrenaline thunders through my body making a whooshing sound in my ears, and as I push out of the door and look down the steps, his head whips up and his eyes meet mine. He’s just about to put a cigarette to his lips but hesitates and I try to regain some composure and slip on a cool calm façade. I’m feeling anything but cool. I don’t say anything, I don’t smile or even acknowledge that this is the closest we’ve been to each other. I pull the door until it’s almost closed behind me and walk down the steps slowly, watching him out of the corner of my eye. I feel his gaze heat up and the air around us intensifies as we get closer in proximity and he watches my every move. I come to a stop just in front of him and he pushes off the wall that he was leaning against. Not knowing the next move, I slip a cigarette out of my packet and place it between my teeth, closing my lips around it slowly while looking deep in to his eyes. They're dark, almost black in the dim light of this alley. He comes closer. Close enough that if I moved my hips in a small circle, I would touch his groin. The thought almost makes me groan aloud, but I hold it in, increasing the tension running through me like a pressure cooker. He raises his hand slowly and removes the cigarette from my teeth, tossing it aside on the ground. He stills, almost like he’s trying to compose himself for what he’s going to do next. Neither of us has spoken yet, no names, no introduction. Here I am in an alley, with a gram of coke tucked in my bra, faced with a complete stranger, yet I feel perfectly safe and it’s like I’ve always known him. He gently fingers the hair at my temple and slowly pushes it from my face before slowly running his finger along my cheekbone and down my jaw. My stomach summersaults as I watch his tongue dart out and wet his bottom lip. Then he speaks.
    “I’ve wondered what would happen if we actually came face to face,” he says in a raspy whisper that I feel across my skin. But I don’t want to talk. I grab his face and pull his lips to mine in a fierce passionate exchange. I devour him. His tongue assaults my mouth, exploring in such a desperate way it makes me lose any control I thought I had. Our teeth clash and our groans mingle and echo through the hollow alleyway. His hands are in my hair, on my jaw, grabbing my arse. Everywhere he can touch, he does with breathless urgency. Unadulterated lust bounces between us and I realise that this is the only opportunity I might have to do what I have fantasised about ever since the first moment I caught his eye. I pull his shirt out of the waistband of his jeans and unbuckle his belt, pushing them past his hips. He’s commando, and in just a second I have him hot, hard and throbbing in my palm. “Oh fuck,” he pants before grabbing me off the ground and slamming my back in to the hard stone wall next to the stairs. I wrap my legs around his waist and suck hard on his neck. I now know how Damien feels when he says he wants to mark me. I want to leave my mark on this stranger, and I want to leave it somewhere everyone can see, the control and knowledge is a potent aphrodisiac. That thought of Damien is only momentary as I’m brought back to the here and now as he sucks hard on my bottom lip, tugging on my lip ring, “Tell me to stop,” he grates out.
    I can’t. I won’t tell him to stop. I don’t want him to stop. I know this is wrong, and