New Moon Stories: Scorpio Tendencies

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 SCORPIO TENDENCIES

“It’s always about sex with you,” he says. “Is that all you want from me?”

 

I panic because the honest answer is yes.  

 

I mean, he’s cute but I don’t need him. I barely even want him, if I’m being honest. I need his attention, his body. I need him to fill me up and tell me I’m the only one for him on this whole planet, and that nothing I can say or do will change the simple fact that he is mine.

 

But I certainly don’t NEED him.

 

Why is he so obsessed with me anyway?

 

And who the fuck is he looking at?

 

I fantasize about being a species that bites the head off its lover after coming. 

 

 

 

Sometimes my personality changes when I’m in public, and he hates that.

 

Why even bring me to these stupid parties if you don’t want a little entertainment?

I think about it as appealing to the masses. You see, I meet someone and immediately know what they want from me—it’s like a superpower. If you could transform into a stranger’s fantasy, wouldn’t you? Of course you would. It’s how I’ve always gotten everything I wanted. I strongly recommend giving it a try.

 

I’m also a flirt and he hates that too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

    

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“You know, I’m not even wearing underwear,” I stage whisper to the woman on my left, locking eyes to gauge her reaction to this new information. Maybe we can bring her home. I hear a glass hit the table on my right a little too hard.

 

 

 

He moves closer to my face. “If you’re going to act like a crazy bitch, I’m going home.” Oh don’t call me crazy, darling, it’s a lazy word.

 

There’s so much more under this skin and you know it.

 

I turn swiftly toward the door, my boots too loud against the tiled floor, glancing behind me to make sure he follows. He always does.

 

 

He holds my head against his shoulder in an underlit hallway, “I love you but you’re fucking crazy.”

 

“Don’t call me crazy, Baby.” The unfurnished hall echoes with the sound of his unbuckling belt.

 

“It’s always about sex with you,” he says. “Is that all you want from me?”

 

“Yes.”

I lower to my knees and we start over again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This month's Scorpio New Moon Story created by:
 
Words: Chelsea Naftelberg, @chelseaoutloud
Model: Lex Ryan, @lex.ryan
MUA/ Stylist: Derya Derman, @derya_was_here
Astrological consultant:  Gillian Masland, @softgeode
Photographer & producer: Suzy Mae, @suzy_mae
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