I think it was the way she bites the side of her lips every time she looks at me that has me tripping. For good reason, I just couldn’t stop kissing her every chance I got. Lips always glossy, soft and very inviting. I’d kiss her for days and be content with just that. Her eyes had a way to flatter the heart and prompt you into bad decisions. I can honestly hope that no one ever ends up with someone who they can’t kiss randomly for no apparent reason. There is something it does to your soul especially if done between slow strokes as she rides you or when her lips turn all pink under the hot shower. Continue reading “Kissed by a Rose”
This did not feel right. He could feel it in his bones and even in the limp boner he got to serve her every once in a while when she got the chance to get on top. He was busy on his laptop and could tell it was her on the stairwell through her nonchalant steps and a pause after every landing. He got up to greet her at the door. There was a long pause and right before she could catch her breath from the climb, his tongue was too far down her throat and his palm was hi-fiving her butt cheek into a slow grab. More like low-fiving but that is besides the point. Continue reading “Mea Culpa”
As she walked on the narrow flyover staircase, I imagined everyone thought about how she parts her long, beautiful legs for the man she trusts not to fuck her over. At most literally in this case. How her hips swayed and the gyration after every step might have had most guys blinded to her deepest insecurities and heartache. Her swaying hips and her aura of confidence as she was on the steps were always a constant reminder of what she needed to get ahead in life. There was something about her legs that most guys couldn’t just yet wrap around their heads, pun intended. This is simply because of how she carried herself. She was comfortable in her skin and it’s for sure that nothing is as easy as loving someone who already loves themselves. Continue reading “Broken Promises”
It was one of those slow weekends through which he hangs around in his pyjamas all day with half a wood in his pants for most of it. This was no worry anyway since he lived alone and hadn’t seen himself living with someone for the next year or two to come. He had dozed on the couch again. He opened his eyes just enough to see that she had been trying to reach him on the phone for the last hour with no success. It just hit him that it was her birthday and they were supposed to meet later on in the day. His phone was at an arm’s length so he just stretched in a long yawn and picked in the groggiest voice. Apparently, she had been at the gate all along and the watchman was nowhere to be seen to open for her. Continue reading “Birthday Gift”
Her pillow had soaked up most of her tears, and she sat up and hugged the other pillow and hoped the pain would flow down and out of her through the tears but no. Every time she pictured what she has been through for him just to up and leave the chest pains came calling. A sharp pain on the left side of her chest that made her feel like her heart stopped beating for a second. Her pain led her to call him subconsciously and for a moment there he had to listen to her sob bitterly on the other side. Leaving him speechless and surprised at these turn of events. Continue reading “Cold Feet”
The day was generally dark even with the curtains on. The bracket lights on the wall didn’t do much to improve the situation anyway. His glass of whisky rested on the armchair from which he wrote all his work from. From that vantage point, he could not only easily see the comings and goings in the house but also a clear portal through the window that ran all the way down from the ceiling. A clear view of the neighbouring houses and their dirty linen on the hanging lines you’d see every night when they argued, made up or passed out. Continue reading “Perfect Imperfection”
He blankly stared at his computer after a whole hour of looking for a proper massage cream or oil. It was their third anniversary and he wanted it to be more than just that routine they did every year. Ibiza was always full around that time of the year and since they were tight on finances, the cost of travel would have been very high also considering there was a baby on the way, Ellen would not be in her best shape to travel. The current market bear run was just but second on the list of the excuses. Continue reading “Royal Rub”
Mornings were never easy for her. Waking up every morning was a chore by itself. She was a sworn night owl and she actually thought of taking nights but the boyfriend would have never agreed. Working nights can nip a young relationship in the bud before it even tastes the sunshine. She somehow had to wake up because well, the only people that earn their bread in bed stayed in brothels. Continue reading “Seasoning”
The phone call came in a bit too late into the night. Or should I say in the wee hours of the morning. She needed to sleep after a long night with a soaked pillow and she could use a listening ear. Jacob never missed a call. The many times she called he was always there to answer. Always there to talk her through it all whenever it got tough. The pain today however, was more than she could handle. The house had become too small and cold for her and it did nothing but make the pain worse. Continue reading “Pillow Talk”
The attraction, the pull is so strong
Why did I have to be in the wrong?
It’s like she had her own gravitational pull
And I, just but her blinded, stupefied fool.
The sex was good. Nothing short of the same old humping and nutting. He however felt like with every spurt, he emptied himself even more. For most guys sex is just sex but there was something about this one. He felt something was lacking from deep within him although he couldn’t place a finger on it.
He did not want to go off to the next war fighting another war in his head. He had battled within himself on whether to make this life of wait and anxiety a permanent thing for her. Whether she really deserved all the pain that comes with it and how every knock on the door could be bad news. News of his untimely demise.
The oven timer’s ring startled her. She had already shampooed her head and it was all coursing down her face and through her body. She half-rinsed her head and draped a towel around it as she left in a rush to check on the eye of the round roast in the oven. There was this new recipe a friend gave her and she could not wait for the New Year to try it. It sounded like a tasty way to send the year off. She didn’t plan to spend it alone but things being as they were, she had no choice but to contend with watching the fireworks from her porch that overlooked the city square.
I undid her zipper gently and there was little objection. The dress dropped to her ankles revealing the girls and her magnificently chiseled body. I often wondered silently to myself if they made them like that anymore. While I was adoring her frame, she subtly undid my belt and zipper and I subconsciously walked out of my trouser and boxers. I lifted my arms and she lifted the shirt of off me. I kissed her everywhere I could and she whispered in my ears, “Let’s take this to your bedroom honey”. Continue reading “Pain, Pleasure and Everything in Between (Part 2)”
I sat by the sidewalk on the staircase that led up to the front door as I waited for her confirmation text. While at it, I made up a make-up playlist that would be playing in the background as we had our dinner with the candles lit and everything. I had really gone out of my way on this one. From John Legend to Sam Smith and across the genders to Adelle. Sunset was soon approaching yet she hadn’t done as much as send a please call me text. This was very worrying as she had warmed up to the idea only that she didn’t know how if her schedule would allow it.
Her cold, hard nipples tasted like vanilla. He held both her tits together and blew some air onto them as he brushed them by the tip of his tongue. No amount of air was enough for that nasty tease. She begged him not to stop by all means. The hood dented in as she pushed her pretty well rounded ass down as she tried to master the emotions doing a helter-skelter chicken run in her body. She sweltered in his arms in pleasure despite the cold. It was hard to tell the rain from the sweat though. She was all moist and slippery and she glistened under the moonlight. He paused for a moment to take it all in.