Scenario: by Velma, 3.13.02
He’s
been ignoring me all day. He can be so cruel.
I am watching
him through the patio glass. He’s standing out there with the ocean
breeze streaming through his hair, fluttering his baggy linen pants, and
forcing open his white linen shirt. His chest is smooth and perfect,
golden in the dying sun. He’s just looking out at the sunset. So
pensive. What is he thinking about? Oh, I know. He’s thinking about how
much he is enjoying torturing me. Now he’s leaning over on the railing. That’s
right; just keep teasing me with that fine ass.
I want him so
bad. But he’s not going to win. I can hold out, too. God, look at him. A
cherubimic man-boy, encasing a sweet demeanor married to a devilish mind.
He is a man. Man, man. An actual, full-on, God-given man.
Protector. Lover. Enemy. Best friend. With all we’ve been through, and I
still yearn for him on a molecular level. No, deeper, broader. On a
galactical level.
Oh, uh-huh.
He’s turned himself around now. His arms are leaning back on the
railing, supporting himself as he is wide open to me, staring at me lying
here
on the couch. Catching
my returning gaze.
Oh, what? You think I’m
just going to run out, jump you, and beg for forgiveness?
He knows. He
always knows. Those lips I’ve kissed so many times, still beckoning me.
He is honey, cake, and all things sweet. He is water, mineral, and all
things vital. He is sex, he is blood, and all things I desire.
Damnit! He wins!
I’m getting up. Yes, I see your light smirk. Mr. Smarty sexy
pants! Sauntering. Check me, I’m sauntering. I can be sexy, too,
asshole. I am out on the patio. He will be punished for this.
I’m near him now. Go ahead, we’ll see how long you can keep that
indifferent look on your face. My fingers undo that last button that
was keeping the breeze from completely stripping away his shirt. He’s
holding back that smile. He knows I want it. My hands plane along his firm
and full abs, up to the chest that is starting to heave lightly. My hand
twists a grab of that gold chain. I pull him to me with little resistance.
I pause my kiss, just a millimeter from his lips. He smells like, like
warm vanilla cream. I’m sorry. You are everything to me.
There’s the smile. Then it is commenced. I am in his arms. Kisses so
deep, wet. Kissing, kissing, kissing, kissing . . . I trail down his neck.
Lightly biting. Slurping.
The string
straps on my little cotton dress snap. His shirt is long gone. More
grabbing, tearing, stripping. We are naked, vulnerable to the world, only
safe together, right here.
Licking his tummy. I think I’m cold. It’s dark now. I can’t be cold, he radiates too much heat. Oh God, he’s lifting me. I want to melt into him. He’s over taken me. He's inside me, so deep. Holding me down. He’s exorcising his anger on me. Punishing me. Apolo! Apolo! No! No! Yes! Yes! APOLO! YES! SCREAM! Keep screaming, no one can hear you.
The ocean
crashes. The world dies. Shuttering
now. Caving. Look at us, so naughty. Hmm. The lights next door just came
on. Hi, neighbor! Laughing. Kissing
again.
This love is the pleasure and pain that keeps me alive. Just stay with me, here. I keep fallin’ in and out . . . don’t let me go.
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