You used to be my favorite memory. A moment in time where I usually got lost in, with a coated key full of sadness to open the door. A flood of emotions would drown me every time, anywhere, while doing anything. It robbed me of my senses, consuming my lungs until breathing became painful.
"Now here's a little story all about how
He made it sound like an invitation rather than a command, but it was still an invitation that had to be accepted.
She always had an appetite for younger men. Right now as she was sucking his young cock, and expecting a volcano of hot sperm in her mouth, she remembered her first blowjob. She was a college student, 21 years old and she sucked a freshman, two years younger. She remembered because her current lover had the same smell. The smell of the unshaven, sweaty man balls.
I was working at a marketing company in downtown Miami and I was pleased when my department brought a temporary worker onboard as an administrative assistant until a permanent replacement was identified. We certainly needed the assistance. They were added benefits. Monica was an attractive woman in her thirties, yes it was true, but more to the point, she had this sexy vibe to her. Her walk was assertive and you couldn’t help but stare at her breasts as they jiggled when she walked. She dressed professionally but it also had a little sexy spice to her style. It was sexy enough to make the older women look askance at her and complain. But she never dressed so provocatively to get her in trouble. I liked her immediately.
Friday night, I'm anticipating your reply. You messaged earlier and said you were in town and asked if I had plans. I didn't, but I waited awhile so I didn't seem so excited. The clock is ticking though and it's getting later. Maybe this was to see if you'd always have control of me? I get ready for bed and my phone buzzes. Holy shit. "Still up?" Of course I'm still up. I remember what it's like being around you. It's exhilarating. "Yes." That's all I can say. I don't want you to know my heart is already racing. You'll know when you pick me up. I finally get the long awaited, "Be there soon." I quickly freshen up and wait for the headlights in my alley. I see your car and run out there, here we go again. One of these days, I won't reply. But tonight, we'll have some fun.
Tonight was the night. She was going to do this. She was going to do everything her wicked little thoughts could conjure up and God be damned if she didn't get at least a kiss out of it.
We saw each other from the other end of the ballroom. The air electric in heat and wild dancing. This was my first night out to learn how to salsa dance and my heart beat fast, not from learning a new art, but for seeing our eyes lock so intensely.
The first dance between spring and winter orchestrates an odd mood in the air. Extended daylight and fair weather tease everyone's spirits in short bursts until nature's temper forces their surrender. The body never knows what to expect. Warm sunlight might melt the snow one day, then give way to cold rain and a few more blizzards over the next two weeks.
Hurricane Maria had completely destroyed the island she called home five years ago. All of the hardworking people she grew up with, all of their homes and places of employment had been washed away. The elderly and the sick had gotten the biggest hit. All of their medical needs weren't met until it was too late. There were no incoming planes full of supplies coming to island due to the fact that there was no place for those planes to even land. For months, her people had gone hungry, with no power or any means of communication.
It would be safe to say that I'm orally fixated just based on what I write about. Is it a bad thing? No. Clearly it helps me be clever with words. Since my teenage years, I've always felt that if a man knows how to kiss, he absolutely knows how to lick the cat. Of course, there have been times when a man kissed me right and then fixed his mouth to say he didn't eat pussy... of course that man never got to see my pussy because of that, but that's another show, like Jerry Springer would say... or probably still says... is he still on television? Oh Lord, I'm going off on another tangent... let me bring it back.
They were very good colleagues. It all started one day when Luisa dropped her handkerchief and Gail reached first for it. Their hands briefly touched, and a spark of electricity shocked them both. At first, neither of them cared about the incident too much. But it happened again. When they were both in a washroom, in front of the mirror repairing their make up, Gail left her hand cream at the desk. Luisa asked if she could borrow a bit. As both their hands reached for it, again they touched and again there was that spark.