Lisa and Bryan met not that long ago, on a chilly February night. A ritual performed many times since Bryan’s divorce. Typically, these encounters amounted to only perfunctory exercises, requisite conditions for meaningless but compulsory sex. While the process was tiring, it provided basic life support. Before that night, not a single woman had awakened any emotion or warranted consideration. Unlikely, that night would differ. Neither spiritual awakening nor emotional bond birthed that night, but something inside Bryan stirred.
His relationship with Lisa, which began as a casual sexual fling, appears to morph into a deep and meaningful connection. However, as their relationship progresses, Bryan discovers Lisa has been hiding a web of lies and betrayals that crush his spirit.
Bryan’s senses were numbed from years of atrophy. Not expecting a connection, Bryan moved about as usual. His senses remained impaired for most of his relationship with Lisa, despite her duplicitous attempts to resurrect them. Their interactions were powerful yet tumultuous, filled with a whirlwind of emotions. Hindered by his inability to trust, he is reluctant to reciprocate. Bryan sensed something just wasn’t right. When he finally commits, Lisa responds in the most unexpected and cruel manner.
How did he not see this coming? All the signs were there. He ignored the multiple failed marriages, the line of emasculated men, the performative empathy, and especially the manipulative sexuality. The first ex-husband ran to God after what I suspect was a torturous first marriage. The second took a more predicable route, choosing drugs to escape her memory. Who knows what other collateral damage Lisa had inflicted over the years?
Given its biblical origins, the term jezebel is often misinterpreted and misapplied. In Lisa’s case, it is perfectly à propos. Define as:
“An immoral woman who deceives people in order to get what she wants.”
-Cambridge Dictionary, 2023
She is a deceptive and manipulative individual who uses her sexuality as a weapon. She is skilled at seduction and draws attention to her striking features effortlessly. Bryan was captivated by her and became consumed by their intense physical relationship, unable to resist her seduction. In retrospect, both her deception and motivations are clear. Lisa’s primary weapon was sex. As a makeup artist, she had spent decades sharpening her blade. Seductive beauty hid her lethal intent. There was something about her he just could not pinpoint. Among many lovers, she stood out. Not by what she did or how she looked. Simply put, it was just raw chemistry. She carried herself gracefully and sensually. Somehow, she drew attention to her most striking features without trying. Even her taste aroused a part of me of which I was unaware. We didn’t just “fuck”, we consumed each other. Entranced by her seduction, any resistance became increasingly futile.
Entering her slowly and deliberately caused her to utter sounds that aroused my most primal desires. Kissing was so much more than a sideshow event; it was often the principal attraction. Her pleasure and enthusiasm building with each thrust, she would melt on to my chest with me so deeply embedded. Never had I been so satiated. This was a woman whose talents had been wasted on lesser men or men who could not love her like I do. She once told me,
“I can’t pass up good dick if you’re around. I just want you. And sometimes I can’t seem to spread my legs wide enough for you. If I’m getting pounded deep and slow, then I would probably cum before you.”
I can only imagine the countless times she must have practiced and recited that line, fully aware of its potency and the benefits it reaped. Amid a supposed “break-up,” she shamelessly shared with me a series of explicit photographs she had captured specifically for her ex-husband’s birthday. The audacity of her actions was palpable, leaving me both intrigued and bewildered.
The trap was set early in their relationship. After a long drive, we finally arrived in a small town in southwestern Kentucky, on the banks of the Mississippi river. Although born here, Lisa was far from a country gal. She had come a long way since her humble beginnings. No one could mistake her for a local. She made sure of it.
We spent a few hours chatting with her ailing father and then drove to the nearest acceptable lodging. A sexual tension building between them all day had finally reached its peak—and now they were alone together in a hotel room near where her life began.
We checked in, then had a playful yet thorough shower. I toweled off, then lay motionless on the bed, staring at the ceiling. The room was dark save for the faint moonlight, casting a pale glow on the bed. She emerged from the shower wearing only a thin robe, accentuating her Rubenesque qualities. “I want you so bad,” he whispered. Every time I look at you, I want you.”
She let out a deep sigh; the sound escaping her lips with a hint of longing, and gracefully shifted onto her side, now facing him. The soft, dim light from the bedside lamp illuminated her features, casting a warm glow on her skin. In the air, a subtle combination of floral and musky scents from her perfume lingered, awakening his senses. “Oh, yeah?” she playfully replied, her voice carrying a subtle hint of mischief. He couldn’t help but be captivated by her every move. Lisa embodied elegance and allure, a perfect combination of sophistication and sensuality.