Simple Seductions

First person point of view about my Asho. Pierced, tattooed and shameless, he'll sex up anything that moves. This is definitely not going to be something to read to the little kids. And you're going to see cameos from some of my better known characters, as well as some of my hidden ones and a few characters on loan from a friend.

If you want to see the people I'm talking about, your best bet is to check my DeviantArt page out.

Enjoy!

Derion

His voice was low and smooth with a pungent touch of spice to it, like a cup of steaming apple cider on such a cool fall day. And it was his voice that caught my attention more than the soft words he sang, barely audible over the melody his swift fingers plucked from his guitar.

He was sprawled out on the sidewalk in a way that people passing had to take notice, his lithe frame taking up a portion of the walkway while he leaned against the building. Gods, those were mile long legs. His thick black hair was tied back but what hung from the ponytail just begged to have fingers run through it; light gray, near silver bangs hung down over half-closed violet eyes rimmed with kohl-dark lashes. The pale skin was unblemished and as those full lips moved to form words, every once in a while a pink tongue would dart out to wet them.

He was a wet dream with a voice to match.

What is a guy like this doing sitting on a street corner, I wondered. Every word was a low, bluesy rumble that sent wonderful little tremors through my ears and down my spine to collect in a spot just south of my belt buckle. I shifted my bag of groceries to my hip to dig around in my pocket. Where is it…

Not finding what I was looking for, I ended up setting the bag down. I pulled a 50 from my wallet and tore a section from the paper bag, scrawling down my name and number with a dying pen. I dropped the note into the guitar case, picking up my food and making sure to nudge his foot and smile as I walked past.

When I got to the crosswalk, the music stopped and I turned back to see Mr. Street Musician was looking at something small and brown. He looked up at me and those violet eyes held a mix of curiosity and amusement. I waved, winked, and walked when the light changed.

If everything went right, I might just get serenaded.