Her Time!

As she slowly undressed, she asked herself the question that floated in her head like a Spring rain cloud; the type of cloud that could bring a quick cleansing shower or hang low like a light fog making it hard to see things clearly. Here she was again, stripping herself bare – for him.

“Does he even know how much I need him? Men are so clueless sometimes!” She shook her head as she chuckled to herself.

The mirror across the dimly lit room reflected her naked silhouette. Her curves had gotten more curvy over the years. She loved the way the low light accented her hips as she turned to face her own nakedness. She raised her clasped hands above her head to see the outline of a perfect feminine form – full breasts, slimming down to her waist and then rounding out with her hips before slimming back down to her knees. This was the woman she remembered so vividly. This was the woman that drove men and boys crazy. This was the woman –

Her self-doubt wouldn’t even give her time to celebrate her own beauty. Before she knew it, her body made a half-turn revealing the outline that haunted her mirror for the last few years that felt like forever. Her eyes stared at the protruding flaws, longing for rounded areas that used to be “flat & tight” and the flattening areas that used to be so much more “round & high”. Just as she let out a disheartened sigh, she heard a slight tap at the door and a familiar voice on the other side.

As he entered the room, she was gracefully slipping under the warm sheets onto the heated table. The heat of the table instantly warmed her soul. The heat reminded her body of the pleasure ride it was about to experience. Though the heated table made her body warm, the flame in his touch melted her mind, seared her spirit, and heated her heart. There was something about the way he touched her that lifted her body and left her floating in open air. Every part of her anticipated his forceful squeeze and the strength of his large hands. He probed and searched her body while she lay at his mercy, yielding her body to him - controlling her breath, while feeling the thoughts and distractions of the day leak onto the floor in heavy droplets. Lying on her stomach, she felt her nipples grow hard and firm as his left hand applied pressure to her neck and shoulders while his right hand pressed firmly across the depths of her lower back. His lingering hands and gentle squeeze told her he could feel the mounting stress in her life since their last time together.

From a million miles away, she could hear Floetry begging her to “Say Yes”, telling her how easy it would be to give in to the inner feelings that were slowly starting to drip like an overflowing honeycomb. His touch brought peace to her world, but raged her desires uncontrollably. And, he knew it too! As much as she tried to conceal her thoughts, her body betrayed her with his every squeeze of her tightened muscles and every caress of her rigid frame. Her body unconsciously shifted and adjusted to invite his extended touch. She exhaled and groaned, inviting more of whatever he was doing – RIGHT THERE - in that spot.

The truth is, she needed this time! She needed to be the number one priority, even if only for a little while. He made her feel like a queen – to be served and celebrated, lifted and liberated, refreshed and rejuvenated. As if her mind were dialed in to the music, she could hear the artist H.E.R. vocalizing what was in her spirit, “Baby, can you focus? On, meeee?”

But, there was no time to appreciate the songstress or the song because his hands had begun to caress the areas that set her whole essence on fire. Every touch was like the first time. And every time was the same intense reaction, magnified by his body temperature. She loved the way he leaned over her to touch her, sandwiching her between his heat and the warmth of the heated table. His heart pulsated through his hands. And that only helped to intensify the beating of her heart, that by now, throbbed throughout her whole body.

His touch was deliberate and strong. She needed the way he searched her body to pour out his attention and his skill. He filled the needs that were begging her for attention. He found the sensitive places that became satiated by his glancing touch. He knew her body so well. She loved the way he yielded his whole self to her, giving all of himself to help her release the stress of the life.

By the end of their time together, he was dripping with sweat and she was dripping with longing appreciation. It took all of her strength to force herself to sit up and regain consciousness. Again, their physio-emo bond was severed by cruel Chronos. But, his touch would linger on her body and in her mind. His hands would stay with her long after she was in the car and headed back to the life she left behind, even if only for a moment of her time.