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NEON EUPHORIA (Winner, Take a walk on the wild side competition hosted by calamitygin)

There's something about walking through a dark night lit by neon. The cold air bites to remind you that there are just days to go, days to go, before you say goodbye to the year. The same old year as before. Stagnant. Unchanging.

She entered her favorite diner, the music from within pulling her in. It's always the electric guitars, a good bass, sex rock-and-roll that does it. She can't see the band through the throng of people; she was a little thing at 5 ft and always tripping.

It was a younger crowd, and you can just feel the angst, the rebellion, the raging hormones and lust waiting to be sated, propelled by the vocalist's every word, every growl.

She wanted to be wild.

She wanted to be untamed.

And the echoes and beats almost made her believe that she can. So she closed her eyes, kept tight fists to her sides to prevent them from wandering over skin.

Then it wasn't enough. She needed to see the owner of the voice, the cadence and tones dripping frustration and sex, she needs to see if it's his own fingers playing the strings - electric shocking skin, she NEEDS.

So she fought her way to see, and as she sang the words back to the boy in front, he granted her a smile and a wink. Her body granted him a shiver. And as the music rose, and rose, and rose...she shut her lids again, smiling in the dark, pink neon lights dancing on her face.

And the song was winding down. And she loved the way 'fuck' escaped his lips so she raised her arms up and swayed her hips.

The last not trilled, and the crowd cheered. She stood still with a serene smile, arms never going down. Until she heard a whisper on her ear, felt a chaste touch on her waist. An invitation...and goddammit she was going.

She had her first kiss while pressed up against the wall of a stranger's bedroom. Her skinny jeans clad legs wrapped around his waist, Converse high tops digging, pulling, closer. Her tongue...having the first taste of another.

As she shed her clothes, she told herself that she's now shedding her lame existence, and would be born anew in any 'little deaths' he can give her. Something told her it will be a lot.

Bodies took beats, and moans became melody, and there was pain, there was pleasure - with the first thrust, the first blood. The euphoria ends with sighs, sweat, and shared breaths, pinky white dripping down thighs. Pink as the neon lights.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xeDGfk0UJw8

Written for the "Take a walk on the wild side" competition hosted by calamitygin.