The Leya Papers #2 | wig of power

high night of pleasure

image by Verawaty

It’s funny how one day you can feel strong and powerful and the next day vulnerable and useless. The experiences couldn’t be further from each other, but each one of them are part of my reality. Strangely I can feel vulnerable on the inside and seem powerful on the outside. It seems like the wig of power remains on me through every challenge I face. 

One of those days I was asked to join my friend Stan to one of the clubs in the city called the Woolloomooloo, also known as the WOO. Jenny also joined this fascinating evening with those fraternity students. Somehow we saw right through them and through Stan we met a small group who was curious about us being in their club. 

After some laughter and jokes I ended up dancing, which fascinated more regulars, but all I was interested in was the music. When I was done, another student caught my attention next to me at the bar. His smile was decent, mysterious and powerful and I admit I was immediately smitten. He was too. 

That’s why I like having my own place on the weekend. Stan made sure Jenny got home safe, and Hidde went with me. That’s not his real name, but for you his name is Hidde. We made out from the start and all it was for me was him being my fantasy and pleasure for the night. 

Turned out he was more than that. He didn’t mean to leave after we enjoyed each other a little too much in my studio. He asked if he could stay and I agreed. He loved my place. He called me a dream come true and I joked it was the dancing that made me this high.

In the morning he was still serious. We had breakfast and he kissed my neck. Now I’m not sure he will leave soon. It seems like I’ve met the guy who can fulfill my fantasy, pleasure and reality all at once. It sounds too good to be true and it scares the hell out of me. But I’m hooked and he can come back as many times as he wants to.

For now, he’s my one and only pleasure of the night.

Love and kisses,

Leya