The Vintage Man

We stand outside in the warmth of the summer air. He is dressed in a perfectly tailored three piece suit. His jaw is sharp and the blue in his eyes gleams. He offers me a cigarette and lights it for me. I touch his hand gently as I cup mine around the flame.

We walk upstairs, back to the party. He pushes me against the walls and drags a kiss from my lips. I purr into the warmth of his mouth and feel his stubble scratch my jaw.

We steal more time together later. We sit on the step outside the party and start to kiss again. He begins to smack me gently across the cheek as we kiss. Just a little more than a tap. Just a small amount of control. I can smell the leather on his hands, from where his driving gloves were. I can feel the pulse in his neck and smell his cologne.

It makes me feel weak.