Fini

The air was cold, and the thunder was hitting hard after the tremendous volts of lightening. The rain putters against the window. Alone in a booth full of light, she reads the words that she is typing to him. She can't help but to notice that her hand is trembling. She holds on to the phone for dear life as she makes her way down the path that she thought she wouldn't have to cross. This is the moment she was never waiting for but had a feeling was coming. She spills her heart out and tells him the truth. Her honesty is all she has left to save her sanity right now. Love was the glue that kept her there. Pain was the thing she never wanted to feel. He tells her how much he hates what she's saying. His heartache is felt even though there. They never wanted this for themselves. Us was beginning to become a thing of their past, but she was the only person that could see that. The glue that was keeping her there was not enough. Her patience had run out. Their season was about to be over, but that is not what she really wanted. A break is what she desired. A break up is what he gave her. Permanent is the action that has taken place. He starts to lose control of his own actions. She cries alone in that booth. The more she cries, the worse the weather gets. The more he sends her, the more pain is swelling through her body. It didn't have to be this way, but she was finished with trying to change her feelings about the entire situation. Loving and caring for him no less than before, she gives him the heartache she promised he would never have to endure again in order to save the piece of her that used to be happy and the place that stored her happiness. She knew change was never going to come and she didn't want to hurt him anymore. Goodbye was all that was left. Wiping her tears away and sticking her phone in her pocket, she put on her glasses and her rain coat to tend to the next vehicle that pulled up to her booth. The feeling of wanting to disappear was there to stay through the storm.

Deep Inside

"Do you want it?" he ask. "You know I want it," she replies. It's morning time, so there are little rays of sunshine hitting their naked bodies. She spreads her legs to let him in. He straps up and accepts the invite, but he does it in the most settle way. She gasps. He moans. She smiles. He strokes. Her appreciation for the pleasure that he is giving her is increasing. The wanting that he has for her is on display. She grabs his body. He grinds into her middle. "Shit!" is all she can say at the moment, but words gradually make their way to the lips of the two in this incredible act. The show they are putting on for each other starts to become the performance they both wanted. She whispers "Fuck me daddy." He tells her "I got you" and proceeds to fulfill her request. What was once a quiet moment between two people has become the escape that they both wanted. He grabs the bed with her legs on his shoulders. She bites her lip and feels her shaking intensify with every stroke. He knows he got her now, and he moves a little faster. She screams "FUCK!" as she feels herself tighten. He moans as he pushes every inch inside of her. They both know what's coming. They start to work together to bring each other there. She starts first as she feels it running down her legs. He strokes faster to keep it going. He tells her "keep cumming for daddy" as he gives her everything he got. She happily complies and loses control of her senses. The once solo performance has become a duo as they both start to moan and move together. He starts to shake. She cums again and again. The air is thick. The room is spinning. Neither one of them hears the music because they're  so in tune with each other. He screams "Shit!" as he starts to climax. She feels him and joins him one last time. He holds her close. She softens the grip on his back. They lay next to each other as they tell each other good morning and begin to giggle and breath. His phone stats to vibrate. Her phone starts to ring. Time to attend to the priorities of the day, but first, another show is in order.

Confliction

The mind that I possess is playing games with me. I can't help but to think that what is going on is fate. Is it real? Could it be? The story tells itself. I'm affected by the deep love that I have for you. The way you make me feel inside is overwhelming. The way you make me want you is amazing. The way you I long for you is exhausting. I don't know how much my patience can take, but she never has felt so strained. I don't know if I'm lying to myself or to you. Love is a word used to express strong admiration, but my infatuation is for another. My heart belongs to the one that brings me joy. My interests is for the one I never lie to. My want is for the one I can't touch. My need is for the one I can't have. She wants this to be her last, she says. The story that she tells could be a great one, but who can she trust to listen? Never wanting to break a heart. Never wanting to be left alone. Always wanting to have a happy ending. Is it you that I need to be with? Is it the real thing? No one can tell me anything that my heart can't take. Someone will get hurt, and I have an idea of who it will be. Question I must ask is who is going to hurt me? Or is it going to be me? Apologizing for something that has not happened but is waiting to come around. Rejoicing about something that could never be. To love oneself is never going to end. The love for another is an ongoing battle, but the war never ends. There is a new season that begins sometime after another ends, but there is the fear that new season will never come around. Hopes of a new season are starting to surface. Are you the one for me? Is it with him that I need to be? Letting my mind drift into the sound of a sad song...I wonder what will come the next time I pick up the phone. Pressing play to I Wonder as Kanye ask the question that I have been asking all along.

Temporary Escape

There they were. The wind was blowing. The birds were chirping. You know. The typical Hollywood movie dream where the guy gets the girl and they live happily ever after in the house with the white picket fence. There were no fences. There was no house. The guy had the girl but only temporarily. Just them with each other. They knew what was going on. They knew what they were up against. Was there a care in the world? Not at the moments that were floating by. The laughs. The giggles. The touches. The kisses. The times of pleasure. The moments of intimacy. The smiles. The down time. The loudness. The quiet. All  the both of them were thinking about. Everything being a mystery in the other's mind. One running from the harsh reality that was to be had when she leaves. The other having to face the difficulty of her life once he was gone. Neither thinking about these things while they were around the other and trying not to speak on it as they were basking in each other's warmth. The love that could come from this. The heartache that could result from what could never be. The joy of knowing that they could be there for each other. The sadness of knowing that there are walls that are made of brick that they have both built because of what is really going on in the world. She belonging to one that she cant have. He belonging to the commitment to himself. The knowledge that they both possess about the other is enough to build the other up or bring each other down. Destruction is something neither one of them wants but cant seem to shake. Its time. They have to come out of hiding in order for them to get back to their lives. His life of chasing a must wanted dream. Her life of hectic confusion. As the ride goes on, thoughts run through the back of both minds. What if? Could it ever be? Will it ever last? How can I do it? Will it work? Is that right? Her questions pertaining to the trials of her life. His questions pertaining to the tribulations of his life. Both having a care and concern for the other. The conversation would come later in the form of jokes and sarcasm, but it will be all too real. They both realize that its over, and their time together is done. She is reluctant to let go but knows she has to, wondering about what he is really feeling inside. He is just looking at her with the intention to read her thoughts and analyze her emotions. The talk is casual. The movement is playful but normal for the both of them. Time to say goodbye. Time to let go and break that shell that has been there for their removal from the real. Everything comes to a halt. Everything moves in slow motion. Everything slows down but moves fast enough to keep them both going. They share a hug. They giggle for a moment. And then it happens. She walks away. He leaves. They separate. Its really a done deal but they will see each other again. He knows it. She loves it. The break from each other could be much needed or could be harmful. Only time will tell. She knows she will hear from him soon. He knows that he will speak to her later. There is nothing lost but beautiful memories are gained. He knows she is smiling. She knows he is thinking. As she talks about these moments, she relives them over and over again. The greatness. The wonder. The imagination. Everything that lacked about what really happened, and everything that is so full about what is not. She lays in her bed. She closes her eyes. Her phone rings. The reality of it all sets back in...all she can do is say hello...

So Good...

The cold feeling against my lips. Fuck that feels so good combined with his. I can feel his tongue moving. I scream. He continues. The moaning intensifies. I can't control myself. Damn! Shit! My legs are shaking. My body is trembling. I know it's coming. He feels me moving. He moans. I groan. He sucks. I jerk. His tongue moves faster. I grab his hair. Oooo...never too much but just enough. He knows I like it. I know he loves it. Baby I can't hold it. Let it out ma. Are you sure? He kisses. I scream. Body tenses up. I feel it flowing and feel nothing. I know he's there. He knows I want more. Hands tighten on my thighs. My legs are spread open. I need to breath. He wants to eat. The ice has melted. The bed is wet. My mind is blown. He loves my moans. Fuck I'm loving this feeling. This is a much needed healing. I'm losing my mind in the essence of the room. He losing track of time in the mist of the performing this incredible act. I look at him. He looks at me. We both know it's time. He climbs on top of me. I invite him in. Slow. Moans. Soft. Moans. Faster. Louder. Harder. Shit! Fuck me! Is that what you want? Yes! Fuck me! He finally loses control. I finally let it go. We moan together. I grab his back. He grabs the covers. He grinds and strokes my kitty. I scream and bite it. He knows I need it. Don't stop. It intensifies. He starts to shake. I start to shake. We grind into each other. I scream. He screams. We let go. We both come up. Our breathing comes down...time to calm down. He lays down. I lay next to him. He kisses my forehead. I wrap my arms around him. Sleep will come easy...

The Grind

Get up. Wipe the eyes. Stretch. Throw the covers back. To the bathroom for the morning piss. It starts. The routine for the green. Cut the shower on. Take off the clothes. Step in and draw the curtains. The real wake up starts now. Thoughts of work run through the brain. The naked body that is left in the bed starts to make a move. Laughs are muffled in the water hitting the face. Time to get to the money. Time to put in the time on the clock. Time to get the wheels in motion. The curtains draw back and another body enters the shower. Hands caress the chest. Smiles all around. Bodies are washed. Kisses are traded. Intimacy is felt. The water is shut off. Towels are grabbed. The bodies are dried. Lotion is applied in the most sensual way. Clothes are grabbed. The once naked bodies become ready for the roles of the day. The two recite the motto of their week: a grind is not stopped til the wheels stop moving. The stroll to the door is a short one. Two people walk into the sunlight. Door is shut. Locks are secured. The grinding begins...