Ed**** Posted Tuesday at 12:24 AM (I personally enjoy writing, so I thought I’d try my hand at erotica. Might be good, might be bad. First concept that came to mind, so we’ll see 🤷) Melody sat silently at the bar, the chatter of her coworkers fading into the background of the heavily filled room as she mulled over her drink with distaste. A party, hosted at a local bar and venue was the event dragging her around today, a quiet boredom slowly mixing with the haze of alcohol beginning to blur her mind as she sat, uninterested in the conversation nearest to her. So many words spilling around her, yet absolutely nothing of value contained within the sounds. Normally, she liked being social, easily striding through dialogue without care, enjoying the little details of life that she was able to extract from every moment of s***ch. But recently, something had changed within her. She knew not what it was, only that these conversations had lost their appeal. For years she had maneuvered her way through the corporate hierarchy with ease, enjoying every moment of the climb as she leapt through conversation and assignment with poise and eloquence, savoring the vastly different lives she was able to live through her coworkers' stories and dreams. Until now, that is. ‘Trapped by my own success.’ She thought glumly, idly sipping the whiskey in her hand. ‘Like Icarus, I’ve flown too close to the sun, and now I’ve nowhere to go but down.’ She’d finally realized what it was that was troubling her mind so much, silently cursing herself for not realizing sooner. Stagnation. She’d become so used to her habitat that she hadn’t even realized how small it was. The lack of stimulation she gained from the small-minded people around her, so far up in society that they lost all interests but themselves, and their success was starting to strangle her. Soulless husks, masquerading as complex, intelligent people, no longer provided any satisfaction in conversation. The room suddenly filled with the sounds of shushes, the following silence slapping her out of her melancholy as people began to clap and shout in excitement. The space filled with the melodious sounds of a band, a vocalist’s smooth tenor voice rising up around the room as various instruments called out behind the tone. Janice, her coworker, lightly tugged at Melody’s sleeve, leaning over to whisper while pointing at the stage. “God, would you look at him?” She had said, her tone awestruck as she hungrily stared away at some distant sight. Melody wearily raised her gaze upwards, noting the band on stage for the first time. Janice pointed towards the vocalist, a man with a striking face inside a casual, well-fitting blue suit, probably in his early thirties, his blond hair catching the stage lights in flashing strands of gold above the strikingly sharp sapphire eyes resting beneath. ‘He’s a fraud,’ Melody thought, her gaze raking the man over intensely as she mentally cataloged her observations. ‘His shave’s far too close. Probably had a beard and decided to quickly shave it recently. Not to mention that suit’s too well-fitting as well, not tailored to his size and likely bought recently with the sudden shave. It’d explain the unease in his body pretty well, his limbs too loose and joints too tight in the garment to actually be comfortable.’ She pursed her lips, dryly concluding, ‘A nervous man suddenly shifting his appearance in a desperate act to appear confident in front of a crowd,’ humoring Janice, Melody muttered a half-hearted response as she shifted her gaze apathetically across the stage, sipping her drink and examining the other performers as the music continued. As she suspected, many different people of varying degrees of attractiveness stood on the stage. Men and women in sleek clothing, all intensely focused on their performances as they played. All were flawed like the vocalist in some way, her gaze filling with disappointment as she took another sip of her drink, uneasily shifting as a new thought entered her mind. ‘Since when was I this judgmental? Christ, I’m just as bad as my mother-‘ Her gaze froze, her mind blanking as she suddenly fixated on the pianist whilst her pulse stuttered. A youthful man, initially appearing much younger due to his cleanly-shaven face sat at a grand piano, his warm, brown eyes transfixed on the keys as his fingers seamlessly flew across the surface with ease. His light brown hair sat in straight strands across his head, shorter on the sides and rounded at the top, providing a beautiful contrast to the light-black suit across his lightly-tanned white skin as the strands dangled gently over his forehead. He wasn’t thickly muscled by any means, a slightly-round stomach lightly protruding about an inch from his navel, but something about his frame spoke subtly of strength. His broad shoulders connected gently to lightly bulging biceps, which connected down thin wrists to his hands, the long fingers of which splayed across the keys in blindingly quick movements. His left foot gently bounced against the stage, his heel tapping the floor in a rapid rhythm as his relaxed frame leaned forward into the piano. But by far the most striking feature of the man was his smile, something all of the other performers lacked. It was a subtle thing, his smirk, yet it was there, filling his youthful face with an excitement and passion that belied the relaxed frame beneath it. As his body sat in a perfect, loosely relaxed posture, his face gleamed with an expression similar to that of a child, awestruck and hyperfocused, yet gleeful as he performed, effortlessly demanding recognition and exuding confidence, yet not consciously aware of the fact. Melody sat, unable to wrench her eyes away as the man performed, that thin smirk sending waves of heat through her body as he continued to play, the melodious sound rippling through the room between the other instruments. It was mesmerizing, the subtle confidence exuding through his music as he gently closed his eyes, fingers effortlessly gliding across the keys in silent passion. She shifted in her chair, ***ly pressing her knees tightly together as her thighs trembled, unwilling and unable to detach her focus from hungrily eying the pianist. Her pulse quickened and her thoughts darkened, the warmth beneath her silken dress pooling hotter and hotter as she continued to shift and slowly grind against the barstool beneath her, utterly enthralled by that damned smirk. Before she could fully realize it, the music stopped just as quickly as it started, the man firmly pressing the keys in a final chord as he pushed himself to his feet in an elegant flourish, his eyes opening with a shocked expression as he returned to his surroundings. The crowd erupted into cheers around her, the other performers each waving and bowing to the audience as the pianist turned to face the crowd. His eyes rapidly scanned the audience as he bowed deeply, a slightly embarrassed smile crossing his face before the curtain closed on the group, leaving Melody silently staring at the spot where he had been only moments prior, still reeling in the hazy lust echoing throughout her body as she panted breathlessly. Janice turned towards her, speaking as she shifted her gaze away from the curtained stage. “Damn, what I wouldn’t do for a man like that. What’d you think, Mel-“ She stopped, confusion spreading across her face as she stared at the blank seat where Melody had just been moments prior, the empty whiskey glass on the bar being the only sign that she’d even been there at all.
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