Let’s do another month of M’s prompts shall we. 101 words allowed only.
As the bar began to empty her long nails traced patterns on his arm.
“Nice colour” he said nervously
“You like it?” She asked smiling. Of course he did. They all did.
She laughed leaning over and whispering in his ear. “It’s blood red.” The feel of her breath on his skin made his head spin and her perfume filled his senses. “It’s of my own making” she continued, her nails now digging into his thigh.
“R-really” he stuttered, his jeans suddenly rather tight.
“Yes” she answered taking his hand and smiling. “Come with me I’ll show you how.”
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