1. Stop Fucking With Me


    Date: 11/24/2023, Categories: Flash Erotica, Author: kit_kat 

    ... in the damn main room, it was a new level of sport. I was undeniably beaten.

I stormed out to get a drink.

"Where did you go?" a message on my phone read.

"Right behind you."

I got you a drink, too, not because you needed one; you were well-catered for, but I knew you appreciated the gesture. In my eyes, you looked like a god up there with your cute face, spiked-up hair, and your trademark black T-shirt of some local band no one had heard of, supporting some friends I'd never met.

I handed you your vodka and coke and shouted into your ear, "Stop fucking with me!"

Then I was back to my previous spot with a Smirnoff Ice in my hand. I checked my phone, and there was another message from you, "Beg for it." It was also your thing to make me beg for random things - not just the obvious.

"Give it to me. Give me what I want. Hit me hard, twist my mind into submission. Rule my fucking world. Make me cave and succumb to your greatness." I typed.

"Good girl. Now, listen up."

You picked another great song to play beforehand, to transition the darker sound of 'Ever Since' better, then fused them, instrument by ...
    ... instrument, frequency by frequency: treble, mid, then bass in silky smooth mixing. When you swapped the basslines, my grin, my mind, and my whole body melted into one. I swear I came right there on the dancefloor without the slightest touch.

***

"I fucking hate you," I told you when we met backstage after the set.

"I know," was your über-smug reply.

"Stop getting off on it."

"I can't."

"Let's go to my place; the girls are working tonight."

As we sat in the taxi going to mine, I told you that we needed a new favourite track as 'Ever Since' was now a bit overused.

"I give you 'overused'," you replied with your cute mouse smile, tapping the front pocket of your rucksack. "Yeah, it's gonna be a long night, Bunny," you added.

***

This was just before you told me your wife was pregnant, and I had to make one of the hardest decisions of my life. It probably was the dumbest decision of my life, too.

Where do you think we could have ended up if we stayed together? We could have been one of those DJ power couples. Or dead. There was no middle ground for us.

Stupid morals and life pooping into everything good.
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