Short Stories


The mirror reflected her bare body.

It was a raw perception, all angles of her were exposed and she couldn’t help but review herself critically.

It was always scary the first time you let someone new see you naked. The feeling felt intrusive and also exhilarating. She didn’t know why she found her cheeks flushed red as she climbed into the blood red teddy.

It clung to her, all lace and floral patterns outlining her in a perfect silhouette. If only she could stay hidden in it, masking what was beneath. Her imperfect skin laced with blemishes, old scars and stretch marks.

“You can do this.”

It was bizarre to think that she was coaching her own reflection as she slicked on the Russian red lipstick. Her eyelashes were thick with mascara and framed her emerald green eyes which held a glimmer of excitement and anxiety. Pinching her cheeks for the last time she swept herself into her long silky dressing gown in a attempt to hide the nakedness beneath.

She crept out of the room and let the door shut with a dull thud behind her. She grimaced, shaking her long auburn hair in front of her face whilst silently praying that none of her fellow flat mates would come out.

It was all very secretive. She felt undercover, reduced to nothing more than skin and bone. With the light fabric enclosing her she ran out of the door and charged up the stairs without a backwards glance.

There was no turning back now.

She arrived at his flat, out of breath, stopping for a moment before knocking on his door. It was a hesitant knock, light and fluttery like a butterflies wing lightly brushing the peeling blue wood.

She would be surprised if he had even heard it.

The door abruptly swung open revealing a boy with messy dark locks, brooding eyes and tanned smooth skin wearing nothing but a pair of dark blue boxers. His skin was dewy and glistened in the light betraying his recent shower.

They stared at each other. Eyes locked, the only sound being that of their synchronised shallow breaths and the trill of the fan behind them.

Time stopped, her muscles froze as she took him in, paralysed by the boy in front of her. How had this happened? How had it taken this long? He was built like a Greek God, no flaws only perfect imperfections.

She felt a single bead of sweat form at the nape of her neck before then trailing down her back. This single movement suddenly spurred her back into action, like a film that had been paused the instance before a climactic scene she found her hands were suddenly on his body.

She didn’t even remember doing it, she was a puppet and her libido was pulling all the strings. Her subconscious knew what she wanted even if her brain was too coy to comply.

Her mouth found his and hungrily kissed him as though he was the air and she was starving for oxygen.

She pushed him towards the bed, completely in control. The dressing gown had slipped off revealing the scarlet lingerie underneath.

His breath caught in his throat and she felt a tingle of excitement run through her as he trailed a finger down the back of her spine. Her skin as alive and on fire, as though it were the 5th of November and her fuse had been lit.

He was on top of her then, kissing every part of her body. Skin on skin, it was everything she could have wished for and more. His dark conker brown eyes were warm and earnest and she found herself lost in them, trying to discern what he was thinking in that moment.

The feeling of his hands on her was something she had been wanting for so long but could never admit to herself. All those times she had caught herself looking at him, and for him, out of the corner of her eyes.

He was a mirage to her and she to him.

“How did this even happen? You’re so… perfect…. everything about you….” He rasped, his deep voice filled with longing.

“I’m really not believe me,” She blushed hard and tried to cross her body in an attempt to hide herself from him. It was so difficult to hear him say those things, nobody had ever responded to her like that lest a man that was the equivalent to Adam he was so perfect in his design.

Like a fisherman’s line he cast a gaze over her body as if taking it all in. And she happily took the bait and let him reel her in.

“You really don’t see it, do you?” He asked with incredibility. His eyes met her own and he held her gaze for three everlasting beats.

“Green rare eyes, a smile that makes my heart leap, sculpted legs, the perfect hips… your stomach… your breasts… your neck… A laugh like liquid gold….”

“Everything.” He whispered before suddenly filling her. She opened up like a spring flower, uncurling, relaxing and giving into him finally.

She felt new, she felt whole, she felt wanted.

It was everything about the man. How he smelled like lemongrass and tasted like sunshine. How when she was with him, she was eternally in summer regardless of the season or weather. He was the living embodiment of her happiness, wrapped up and presented to her with a coy smile and a veiled, thoughtful gaze.

She liked discovering him, his body and his mind. She felt unified with him in that moment as they both reached their climax. She was uncovering every inch of his personality, observing him anew and uncensored.

She was learning of every scar, dimple and birthmark that mapped out the story of his life. And she liked his temporary vulnerability. The look of ecstasy and concern on his face as they suddenly realised that this was the beginning of a new chapter for both of them.

They understood each other perfectly and without words as she synchronised her movements to him and knew that all their stars had finally aligned.

It was honest, it was fate….

It was bliss.