DISAPPEAR - PART 1

I didn’t want to want her. I despised myself for my need to feel her pressed against me. Even as I pressed her back against the wall, I wanted to be able to stop. I wanted to pull back. I buried my face into her neck and felt her hair fall around my face. Even the smell of her cheap dollar store shampoo was so familiar. It forced the blood through my body and made my breath quicken. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist. I ripped her shirt over her head, smelling the damn shampoo again as her hair fell around me. She leaned back and looked triumphant. Her confidence in my inability to say no was both an aphrodisiac and my greatest vexation. I pressed into her as her nails dug into the skin on my back, and she pulled me in deeper.