Passion Chronicle #6

It was a late night when they agreed to meet up and just “talk”. The vibe between them had been going strong for weeks with flirtatious banter back and forth through text all day long. It was time to put their money where their mouths were.

She wore nothing fancy or provocative; a fitting white undershirt and some shorts for the hot summer evening. When he arrived at her door he, too, had on a sleeveless undershirt and grey basketball shorts.

She felt her heartbeat quicken at the light knock on her front door. It had been quite some time since she felt this nervous and excited to spend time with a man since her divorce. After years of feeling like a million broken pieces it felt refreshing to be admired and eager to spend an evening with someone.

“Hey you” she said to him in a soft seductive voice.

“Hey lil mama,” was his rely in a deep silky voice. “It’s good to see you this evening.” They briefly hugged one another casually, both secretly savoring the scent of the other.

He stepped inside to her bohemian domain and realized she was a natural sistah, inside and out. She had scented candles lit around the room; creating a nice mellow ambiance for the two.

“Would you like something to drink?” She offered before gesturing him to have a seat.

“Some water would be good, thank you,” he said before taking a seat on the sofa.

Upon returning with their drinks she got comfortable on the sofa with him, more near than far away. Sitting with her knee slightly bent, her knee rested neatly against his thigh. Naturally he rested his left hand on her knee as they casually chatted as they always did.

With soft music playing in the background they talked and laughed like old friends. Two hours had already passed and it was now a little past midnight. Water had turned into clinking wine glasses and soft conversation had turned into laughter and light touches from both. Her legs now draped over his thigh and his hands stroking her thighs gently.

Now the time had come for the ultimate move. Looking into each other’s eyes there was so much curiosity and passion waiting to be unleashed. With his hand caressing her mid thigh, she slowly bit her bottom lip and boldly leaned in and kissed him. She had been thinking about what his lips felt like all night long. When she kissed him, her lips were soft, wet with a hint of wine, and gentle. He immediately cupped her face and pulled her closer onto his lap where she could feel his manhood pulsing against his shorts.

Kissing him felt powerful, raw, and uninhibited. Their hands found ways of undressing the other. Then she placed her hand on his member; it was at full attention. Biting her lip again, she smiled at him knowing how much she was about to enjoy tonight.

Sliding gently onto her knees from the sofa her soft hand slid down his manhood as she used her mouth to lubricate the tip. He rested his head back on the sofa with eyes closed and a smile on his face as she pleasured him. He enjoyed the warmth of her mouth, the softness of her lips, the tongue tricks she played to get a reaction from him. His moans encouraged her to go deeper. She could feel moisture soaking her panties.

After enjoying a few moments of unexpected oral pleasure he felt himself wanting to release but didn’t want it to end so soon. He sat up and pulled her back to his lap where he engulfed her with kisses. He wanted to return the favor.

They made their way gently to the plush rug on her living room floor. Her body was ready with anticipation as he gently spread her thighs and kissed his way to her other lips. He plunged his face into her wetness and began licking, sucking, kissing until her moans grew uncontrollable and intense and he felt the trembling in her legs. He savored ever drop of her juices as he made his way back up her body to her other lips.

In heated passion he engulfed her with kisses where she could taste herself on his lips and he pressed his pulsing manhood against her thigh. Opening her legs wider she used her right hand to gently guide him into her wet and throbbing sweet spot. He teased her with just the tip until she rolled him over to his back and took charge on top.

In slow motion she was grinding her hips on him with a soft and easy bounce. By far this adventure had already exceeded her expectations. Every thrust commanded a moan from her lips which seemed to intensify his enjoyment. His rhythm was intoxicating and deliberate.

From position to position they explored, teased, laughed, kissed, grabbed, and kissed one another like what lovers are meant to do. She experienced orgasm after orgasm and felt physically spent. This man was insatiable.

Sitting face to face she slowed down so she could look him in his eyes. In searching his eyes she knew he was wanting to make sure she was satisfied. She leaned in and whispered gently, “I’m ready for you to come”. As she braced herself for one last epic orgasm she squeezed her arms around him and shivered uncontrollably. He tensed his body and buried his face into her bosom. He let out a sigh of relief and she dug her nails deeper into his back and bit his shoulder.

They were physically spent.

Smiling and laughing together they could see light peeking through the curtains. “Good morning, beautiful,” he said through kissing her lips. She giggled and responded in return, “hey you”….

Foolish Am I

Have you ever been riding in your car
And heard that one song that
Takes you back to a place and time
Where you were so head over heels in love
And life had purpose?
Next thing you know
You’re lost in thought
About their hugs and kisses
And those sweet conversations
That made night evaporate
Into dawn.
The blissful memories
Of being completely uninhibited
Afraid of nothing and
Lost forever in a time
Where nothing even mattered
But their smile;
Their warm embrace;
The way they spoke your name
And sweetly kissed your forehead.
Those days were forever ago.
I have not felt those feelings since then
And I wonder,
Will I ever be trusting enough
To let my guard down like that again?
To let love engulf me and
Ride away with the wind?
The wind has known my tears
Has kissed them many times.
I have known pain
To never want to feel that helpless again.
Yet here I am
Crying softly wishing you would hear me and
Save me from a lonesome life and
Loveless future without you.
But like before –
You let me down.
It was a mistake to wish for you:
To put my faith in your
Chance for loving me.
I am always gonna be
A fool who loves too hard for you.

The Sorrow of Remembrance

I always loved the ocean.
It’s so giant and scary
Yet calming to ones soul.
On our first date you took me there
To where the ocean whispered
My name.
I felt the waves crash into my soul
As I fell in love with yours.

I was always an open book for you.
A blank slate to write our love story
But you spurned the gift
And spilled my hopes and dreams.
Never again.
I said I would never love that reckless again.
I never wanted to cry that hard.
Never wanted to feel that down.
Yet here I am
Still in love with the idea of what could be.
Wondering what our lives might look like
Had we been given a chance.

My heart remains broken
Into a million tiny pieces
Because I wanted you to want me
But somehow I was never good enough.
Never good enough for someone who
Doesn’t even deserve me.
Yet I love you,
I always will.
I believe my heart was made for you.
I was your rib.
Now I’m just a broken limb.
I’m hollow.

I’ve made peace with my broken spirit.
That what was meant to be
Has run its course.
I won’t resurrect the lifeless passion
Once shared between us
When we were young.
I’ll bury it with dignity
And revel upon its memories from
Time to time.
The time now has come to
Say goodbye my love.
No hard feelings or sorrow
No wants or regrets.
It’s over.

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