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The Strange woman

by tope Ogundare
7/02/2014 / Short Stories

"Honey" she cooed, hooking a finger and beckoning to him, "I have been waiting all night for you". He was a handsome man, about twenty two years, sturdy and lithe and moved with the grace of a gazelle. He frowned at her but she met his gaze and turned up the heat on her smile. She knew that her smile was her best asset and was irresistible.

'Danger' his mind screamed.

He paused. Undecided. Her eyes were light brown, twinkling and her face was round and her lips were painted a bright red, a contrast to her light skin. The effect was stunning and had him swallowing convulsively, mouth dry all of a sudden. She batted her eyelashes and winked at him. He came undone.

Ignoring the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach he took the next step forward and the next and the next.

She hugged him and he caught a whiff of her perfume, rich and intoxicating. It was a blend of the finest spices- frankincense and myrrh, acacia and alcoves. Heat flushed to his face and a tingling started from his back where her hands caressed him and down his spine to his extremities.

He was acutely aware of her softness and her generous bosom that was pressed closely to his chest.

His breathing became shallow. With uncertainty, he raised his hands and held them for a second and gingerly wrapped it around her. It felt good

He drew her close and let his hands move down towards her waist and after a moment further down. She moaned softly and he felt a jolt in between his legs. She disengaged from the embrace and smiled at him and he noticed the way her lips curved upwards and the dimples in her cheeks. He was in high heavens and an image of him sucking on her lips filled his mind. He shuddered.

She smiled again. A knowing smile. She had seen that look on many a men. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. She chuckled against his lips as she saw his eyes grew into saucers. He kissed her back, tentatively at first but then with increasing fervor. His hardness pressed against her thighs and she squeezed it gently. He gave a low growl. It was time to move in for the kill

"Come with me" she whispered in his ears "let us go and take our fill of love". At his hesitation, she added "the master of the house is not at home, he has gone on a long journey and will not be returning soon".

He caved.

She dragged him, half running to her house and there their passions was sated again and again.

I watched all this from the roof of my house where I go to meditate every evening. I watched till he went in and never came out, a dart struck through his liver. He did not know that her house was the way of death and that the grave was her bedroom.

That was when I understood

"Stolen waters are sweet and bread eaten in secret is pleasant but he does not know that the dead are there and her guests in the depths of hell"

Author's Note

Story adapted from Proverbs 7: 6-27
Other verses used Proverbs 9: 17-18
Comments and contributions are welcome.

Ogundare Tope, a Psychiatrist in training at the Neuropsychiatric hospital, Abeokuta, Nigeria. Lover of books and music. A writer, poet, musician and physician. blogs at [email protected]. contact email: [email protected]

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