Boom boom boom

Loud music blasted from the speakers

Edward emerged from behind the curtain decked out in all black. A robust velvety cape clasped his shoulders as he walked majestically down the runway, a bored expression covering his face.

Suddenly the music sped up. He was halfway down the runway. He caught sight of me sitting all the way at the back and his face crinkled into a smile. He began to strut along to the music. The music became even faster, and, with a swift flowing movement, he ripped the cape from his shoulders, exposing a pair of skin-tight leopard-print boxer-briefs, hugging his sculpted buttocks. Nothing covered his beautiful chest, it was bare, the muscles clearly defined, sparkling white skin moving with no effort. The sparkles looked as though they were reflecting from the over-bright lights, but really they were emanating from his perfect skin, an echo of his sparkling soul.

I could feel the tension in the air as every single female in the audience gasped, taking in his beauty and salivating at the thought of what was under those tiny shorts, the bulge so clearly defined it was impossible not to notice, as if the spotlight had used all it's will power to focus on the distinct contours of his ginormous thing.

I needed to be closer to this god-like man, needed everyone to know that he was mine, all mine. Me and only me would be the one to see his naked body, caress it and feel his soft touch on my own. Suddenly I became aware of my feet moving under me, the murmurs and stares focused in my direction. I had almost reached the stage and I painfully shifted my gaze away from his waist, upward, onto his perfect, breathtaking face as it stared straight down at me, and I could see a laugh, bubbling up inside that chest, that perfect chest, threatening to overflow. Why was he laughing at me? I wiped the drool away from under my chin. I didn't care anymore, I needed to feel his soft skin on mine.

Suddenly we were the only two in the room, just him and me, his eyes locked on mine, the laugh gone, his eyes boring into me, trying to take me all in as I tried to do the same. There was too much space between us, too much air keeping our bodies from touching. Unconsciously, I hoisted myself up onto the raised platform, gripping my what-now-felt-constricting white shirt and lifting it from my trembling shoulders. He was so close, he was reaching out towards me, to touch me, to feel my matching leopard print bra on him.

Now I needed something more. He needed to be inside of me! I finally made contact with his skin and jitters filled my entire body as a electric shock rippled through it. I didn't care about the wide-open eyes completely surrounding us, the security guards pulling at my limbs. Edward manfully fought them off. I stroked his tender skin, watching his face change with every gentle touch. Then I gripped his shoulder with such force, such intensity, that of a battering ram, and pushed him, stunned as he was, onto the freezing glass walkway, fitting myself under him. Then I yanked off those silly little shorts and he pounded me into the runway, forced his body into mine, jolts reverberating and finally cracking all the glass in the building.

And that's how we ended up in jail the first time. Having sex on a runway in the middle of an underwear fashion show. Oh how I loved the feeling of everyone watching us as I took the one thing that every single person desired the most and made him mine in the most intimate way.