She turned and handed me my ticket.
“Here. Keep this. To remember our first date.”
“This isn’t our first date,” I laughed.
“It’s our first carnival date, so this is a special keepsake,” she explained matter-of-factly.
I rolled my eyes and tucked the ticket into the back pocket of my jeans. How did I let her talk me into coming here? This really wasn’t my scene. In fact, for an empath, this environment was jarring and chaotic, and I was already buzzing with the discordant energy that closed in on me.
Of course she noticed how I started to freeze with panic, so she gently slipped her arm around my waist, drawing me close, surrounding me in comfort.
“You’re fine,” she cooed in my ear. “I promise we are going to have so much fun. I’m right here with you.”
Her words and touch grounded me, and I immediately was soothed. I looked up into her brown eyes and felt such a sense of calm. She always knew what I needed, and it took a very special person to handle someone like me. When she brushed my black bangs from my forehead to place a soft kiss on my brow, a delightful shiver ran through me. I allowed myself to melt into her embrace breathing in her fragrance—she smelled of peaches and fresh-cut grass.
“Come on!” she pulled me deeper into the labyrinth of the state fair. I could smell popcorn, sweat, deep-fry oil, funnel cakes, and sun-warmed beer. I was dizzy—overcome by all of the sensations, smells, and crowd. But she was laughing, giddy with excitement. Her enthusiasm was contagious, and I let her take my hand and lead me through a maze of people, food stands, and games.
I knew immediately when she spotted her target: her body came to a screeching halt, and she stared upward with child-like awe. I followed her gaze to the “Wonder Wheel.”
“No. No way. I’m not getting on that thing,” I told her firmly.
“Oh, pleeeeease…,” she begged and focused her puppy eyes on me. I knew I was a goner. I looked at her pleading expression, her beautiful lips pouting slightly, her soulful eyes fixed deeply on me. I would do anything for this woman—I would even ride this hideous Ferris wheel.
I glanced back at the “Wonder Wheel.” It looked like a giant, steel and neon spider web. I gulped. Oh my goodness—it was huge! How high did it go?
And then she leaned her head down to nuzzle at my neck, place soft kisses there… her lips moved to my ear where she implored in breathy whispers.
“Okay,” I conceded although the sound was nearly inaudible.
In a blur of confusion and garish bright lights, I found myself locked in a metal passenger car. My heart beat wildly, and my palms were sweating when I gripped the safety bar that was secured across my hips.
I squeezed my eyes shut, and that’s when I felt her lips on mine. Her kisses were comforting and thrilling at the same time. I relaxed into her body, yielding to desire, eroticism uncoiling deep in my being. And I felt the rush swoop over me lifting me higher and higher…
“Here. Keep this. To remember our first date.”
“This isn’t our first date,” I laughed.
“It’s our first carnival date, so this is a special keepsake,” she explained matter-of-factly.
I rolled my eyes and tucked the ticket into the back pocket of my jeans. How did I let her talk me into coming here? This really wasn’t my scene. In fact, for an empath, this environment was jarring and chaotic, and I was already buzzing with the discordant energy that closed in on me.
Of course she noticed how I started to freeze with panic, so she gently slipped her arm around my waist, drawing me close, surrounding me in comfort.
“You’re fine,” she cooed in my ear. “I promise we are going to have so much fun. I’m right here with you.”
Her words and touch grounded me, and I immediately was soothed. I looked up into her brown eyes and felt such a sense of calm. She always knew what I needed, and it took a very special person to handle someone like me. When she brushed my black bangs from my forehead to place a soft kiss on my brow, a delightful shiver ran through me. I allowed myself to melt into her embrace breathing in her fragrance—she smelled of peaches and fresh-cut grass.
“Come on!” she pulled me deeper into the labyrinth of the state fair. I could smell popcorn, sweat, deep-fry oil, funnel cakes, and sun-warmed beer. I was dizzy—overcome by all of the sensations, smells, and crowd. But she was laughing, giddy with excitement. Her enthusiasm was contagious, and I let her take my hand and lead me through a maze of people, food stands, and games.
I knew immediately when she spotted her target: her body came to a screeching halt, and she stared upward with child-like awe. I followed her gaze to the “Wonder Wheel.”
“No. No way. I’m not getting on that thing,” I told her firmly.
“Oh, pleeeeease…,” she begged and focused her puppy eyes on me. I knew I was a goner. I looked at her pleading expression, her beautiful lips pouting slightly, her soulful eyes fixed deeply on me. I would do anything for this woman—I would even ride this hideous Ferris wheel.
I glanced back at the “Wonder Wheel.” It looked like a giant, steel and neon spider web. I gulped. Oh my goodness—it was huge! How high did it go?
And then she leaned her head down to nuzzle at my neck, place soft kisses there… her lips moved to my ear where she implored in breathy whispers.
“Okay,” I conceded although the sound was nearly inaudible.
In a blur of confusion and garish bright lights, I found myself locked in a metal passenger car. My heart beat wildly, and my palms were sweating when I gripped the safety bar that was secured across my hips.
I squeezed my eyes shut, and that’s when I felt her lips on mine. Her kisses were comforting and thrilling at the same time. I relaxed into her body, yielding to desire, eroticism uncoiling deep in my being. And I felt the rush swoop over me lifting me higher and higher…