Scenes from a mall

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I slouched down in my plush couch and studied the numerous bright video monitors around me. They showed scenes of the shopping mall around me, scenes of young, old, men and women all walking around happily, entranced by the sights and sounds around them. I saw them through the video feed, but even without that, I knew what they were feeling, I could feel it like a warm breeze slowly pushing at me. It was intoxicating, I could feel their stimulation, their desire, their greed for the sights around them.I knew that they were feeling this way for a while, but it had been a while since I had seen them. I had been asleep for three years.That part might need explaining: I am an entity who has been alive for eight thousand years, I am getting a bit less active than I was. For all that time, I have feasted on the emotional energy of people, especially their emotions of lust and desire. In Ankara escort ancient Mesopotamia, I would inhabit a temple where young women came to be deflowered, feasting in the shock of discovery as they first took a man inside of them. Over the years, as society changed, I migrated, finding my sustenance in everything from Roman orgies to the brothels of the Old West. But I am not just about sex, I am about the entire human experience of desire. That is why I live in a mall, in a special chamber built deep inside, where the psychic energy of people— mostly women— seeing objects of their desire feeds me. Every day, thousands of women will come to this mall, to look over clothing and other objects, and to, however faintly, reflect on the lust inherent in them. Everything from the older woman shopping for an elegant expensive necklace that will subtly Ankara escort bayan call attention to her cleavage, to the college girl looking at a short skirt, knowing it will make boys notice her butt wiggle. All of these dreams of lust feed me, as I sleep in my chamber deep below the mall. But every once in a while, even at this age, I need more direct sustenance. Which is what I was doing today, looking on the monitors for a woman to satisfy my lust. And what a show it was… young college women, just discovering sexuality. Women in their prime, who know how to dress and flirt and play men for their own pleasure, and maternal women, with nice soft curves and somewhat prim expressions on their face, who usually knew more about sex than any of the others. I saw their struts, their swinging hips, and the clothing draped softly off their bodies Escort Ankara through the monitors, and I felt their emotions as well. Finally, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a woman who I wanted to follow, and the more I followed her, the more interested I became. She was smartly dressed, in a black skirt that was on the exact cusp between classy and suggestive. She had on a white sweater that seemed modest but also showed the curve of her breasts underneath. Her straight brown hair was long, to her midback, and wisps of it framed her face invitingly. She had freckles and a snub nose that made her look cute and innocent, but a slight gleam in her eye that made me think she wasn’t totally inexperienced. So I begin to call out to her, gently at first, and I could feel her thoughts resonate back, a slight shortness of breath and twitch to her hips that let me know that her mind was as sexy as her body, although again…not too obviously. Over the centuries, I knew some women who would have came from the touch of my mind. How she reacted was certainly interesting: she walked to the mall’s food court, bought a sticky sweet pastry, and sat down and begin to languidly eat it.

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