Cursed By Fire

Voodoo And I 

The Fire does not ask permission because I am cursed by fire. This is why she doesn’t let anyone to close. It’s why she shrinks herself, never too much; she learns the truth the moment he touches her. All the while thinking voodoo hexes are nothing more than imagination and folklore. She is wrong. She learns there are consequences to touch. Early on, she learned that, although she spent years trying to convince herself otherwise.

Even so, she has hope that one day, one man will forge through the Fire. Throughout the years, no such luck. She is at peace with the solitude. As much as she yearns for touch, she knows the detriment that will accompany said touch. As a result, she is a pristine specimen; men would love their turn. Except they don’t know the price to pay.

The city never really cools at night. Which is exactly why she chooses it. Even after sunset, heat lingers; the air is electric. Streetlights buzz overhead, illuminating empty intersections. In this moment, she is herself, not her curse. Open air, endless space, no worry she’ll bump into anyone. Although she is alone, she is free to be. She stands atop of an old abandoned warehouse. Her hands were grasping the rusty old rail. As she takes in the view. While she imagines what it is like for those below. Life goes on, yet she can’t escape the Cursed By Fire.

I’ve Always Been Cursed By Fire

Before long, she feels the hair stand up on her neck. She realizes someone is behind her. Still, fear leaves knowing she is an unintentional weapon. “I know you’re there,” she calls out unenthused. “Well, aren’t you afraid?” A gruff voice responds. “Sweetie, I have nothing to be afraid of, you, on the other hand,” she says as she turns to face him. “What do you mean, look at you. Anyone can try to take advantage of you”. He says in a low but inoffensive tone.

“I wish someone could take advantage of me”. She responds softly, with a silent longing. Then he steps closer. “Don’t,” she responds. He is strikingly handsome, well built, chiseled jaw, plump lips, green eyes, and a scruffy beard and hair. If there was a way, she’d pounce. Alas, the curse promises she will never feel the physical love of a man. He stops. Yet not soon enough. The Fire spread across her arms. He watches in bewilderment. “Does that always happen?” he asks in a gentle, yet concerned tone. I wonder why I always have these Chance Encounter.

Will He Be Cursed By Fire

It was enough to detour him, but not stop him completely. Against her better judgment, she steps closer as her arms are set ablaze. The Fire doesn’t affect her much anymore; she’s grown fond of the heat. Despite the warning, he also closes the gap between them. As if drawn closer, like a moth to flame. As he reaches out, the flames engulf him. Still, he has nearly no reaction. Once her reaches her face, he gazes into her eyes. Almost a look of sorrow takes over his face. Even knowing the cost, he kisses her. Before she could stop herself, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him deeply. As if this was the moment and man she’s been waiting for her entire life. With ruin waiting, they melt into one another.

By the time they remove their clothes, he’s covered in burns. She looks in horror at what she’s done to him. While he shrugs it off. “Don’t worry, baby, it only tingles.” He says with a smirk. As he runs his hands along her body, the heat intensifies. She feels as if she has Fireflies floating inside. Her loins feel like a volcano waiting to erupt. It was enough to drive her to the edge. She is yearning for the stranger before her.

Like A Volcano

That was when he grabbed her naked body, hoisted her up. She wraps around her like a python ready to strangle its prey. Moments later, they dance within the  Cursed By Fire. She’s never felt any of these sensations. Yet her body takes over, knowing exactly what to do. She bends back, leaving one arm around his neck, as she reaches below to guide his member to her slick, wet slit.

The Fire burns hotter as he glides inside. Both were in ecstasy as they let their bodies lead the way. As he cradles her, with each thrust her body boils. Finally, the volcano within her erupts. She screams as she lets go completely. While she rides him and the waves of her orgasm.

He, in response, collapses into his own. Afterward, they lay down on the brick rooftop, as their bodies sizzled like doused coal. In the quiet that followed the both lay in pure bliss. While neither knows what to say or do aside from lying together. He lay in awe of the woman who is Cursed By Fire. While she lay enamored that she found the man to forge through the Fire. In case you haven’t figured it out yet, she is me.

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