excerpt from the story "skorpion"
Her slender body is hidden beneath a shapeless T-shirt and loose jeans.
I’ll give her credit for not dressing up like the others. I don’t know if it’s self-distance or simply not caring about what she wears.
Under different circumstances, this situation would turn me on like hell.
There’s something tempting about shy, closed-off women. You want to tear down the walls they’ve built around themselves and see what’s really inside.
The darker part of me is itching to grab her by the neck and slam her against the wall. Rip off that loose T-shirt and make her moan out every fantasy that fills that blonde little head.
I bet that if someone wound her up properly, she’d be pretty damn good in bed.
But… well, there’s this one tiny BUT that’s been bothering me for weeks.
I don’t give a fuck about any of it.
Just like that.
Nothing excites me, nothing turns me on, everything feels dull and shitty.
After all the Instagram dolls who practically threw themselves into my bed, it was time for “ordinary” girls. I thought maybe the latter would break this stupid limbo I’m stuck in, but nope.
I’m just not interested. No matter how smart they talk, how beautiful they are, or how good they are in bed.
I’m bored of all of them.
Ania, that’s the blonde’s name, tilts her head and repeats the question.
– “I asked how long you’ve known Wiktor?”
Right, Wiktor. My business partner and best friend. He set up this date for me. Ania is a co-worker of his girlfriend, Martyna.
– “You’ll like her,” he promised. “She’s pretty and normal — exactly the kind of woman you need right now.”
He has no clue what kind of woman I need, because I’m losing track myself.
I’m bored with the same recycled lines, the flirting, and even sex bores me. I need a challenge. Someone who’ll reach the darkest corners of my messed-up soul and expose things even I don’t know about myself.
I need…
I clear my throat nervously because she’s the last person I want to think about right now.
Ania is watching me carefully, patiently waiting for an answer.
– “I’ve known him forever,” I brush her off without getting into details.
– “You’re a kindergarten teacher, right?” I shift the subject because I need to keep her talking. “Tell me about your job.”
Ania relaxes and starts talking about the kids she works with. Her face lights up as she speaks. She smiles wide, and her eyes sparkle as if she were giving me the secret recipe for eternal happiness.
It’s clearly her favorite topic. The man who ends up starting a family with her will hit the jackpot.
Unfortunately, that man definitely won’t be me.
I look around the small pub we’re in, watching the other guests. It’s a June afternoon, the sun is shining outside, but inside it’s pleasantly dim and cool. People talk, laugh — it’s lively and, to me, way too loud.
I hate this time of year.
Too warm, too sunny, too cheerful.
This weather encourages shallow relationships and meaningless conversations, and that has never been my thing.
– “Damian, Damian…”Ania’s voice reaches me through a fog. “I feel like you’re not listening.”
“And you’re right.”
I straighten up in my chair and let out a loud breath.
– “Listen, Ania…” I begin, realizing there’s no point dragging this on — when suddenly my phone buzzes.
Not just any notification. The one I’ve been waiting for for years.
– “Sorry,” I cut her off and grab my phone, staring at the screen.
I feel all the blood drain from my face, and my pants suddenly feel painfully tight.
Two words are enough to make my cock stand to attention.
Automatically, I reach for my wallet, pull out 100 zł, and place it on the table. I push my chair back and stand up.
– “It was really nice meeting you, Ania, but I have to go,” I announce.
– “I’m paying,” I add, pointing at the bill lying on the table.
– “You know…” she scoffs, offended, “you’re such a jerk. Martyna was right to warn me.”
“Well, there it is…”
– “In that case, you should’ve listened to her,” I reply, leaning toward her with a charming smile before walking out without saying goodbye.
The e-book - skorpion - will be available in 2026.
