Falling A Thousand Feet

The slither of sun reflects from the car windscreen, making you blink as the sky becomes blue, the clouds of the morning finally clearing, the car park vast and surrounded by a tall block of department stores, a bowling alley, cinema and Pizza Hut at one end where you are looking, and a large supermarket off into the distance behind you.

With the smell of tobacco, so out of place yet comforting, transcending the sun soaking into the distant buildings, the uniqueness of you running deep into your immediate reality, the futility resting like a feather on your spine, breaking the havoc in your mind of the past week, going by the only sentiment you can justify, you are crushed by the faults in your past.

Familiar music plays through your headphones, your mind flat-lining against the monotony as the digital clock on the dashboard continues to uncomfortably show the passage of time, as you wonder where I am, knowing the selection of drinks for tonight at the discount store is a worthy distraction from returning a parcel at the counter one door over.

A few minutes passes and in a sudden break with the monotonous yet sweet fog, you feel the pull of my hand on the drivers side door handle, a pleasant shock, stomach sinking slightly as that ever so unrealistic worry that something could have happened is calmed.

Navigating the exit roundabout, just after the small road that leads out of the car park past the Pizza Hut, a wave of comfort coming over as we go left and over, straight ahead down to the larger roundabout, the digital air freshener finally clicking on with the scent of peony, rose and strawberry, an almost seamless change from the tobacco scent that always replayed emotions from decades ago.

The horizon starts to sting as the sun starts descending as you almost feel disappointed that the day is nearly over, maybe you are unfulfilled to your core, numb to the blessing you are living, going by the soreness the now grey state that has come over you, is deceiving you into a delusion, the mental cage that traps you when left alone, only I am that thing that can save you.

Taking you down the dual carriageway, the trees stand tall, the tops extending over the road, the petrol station glows deep into the coming nightfall, I turn into the little entrance and park up in the area beside the small shop, to go and grab some Red Bull for us.  

Leaving you in the car as that familiar petrol smell emanates from the pumps behind, cars queuing as the drivers are impatient, with more than one pump user going in to do the weekly shop and pay for their fuel. I select a few large cans of sugar free Red Bull, also picking up dinner for tonight, and unknown to you something else that I bring back to the car in a large white paper bag that they have now decided to provide instead of those flimsy green plastic ones.

Pulling out of the garage, my cars headlights begin to shine against the wooden fence on the other side of the road, knowing our next stop is my house, you mentally sigh that the wonder of yesterday, with all its butterflies that circle your stomach, your mind trespassing into the darkening character of the area.

The turning comes around, as I swerve the steering wheel left, with a slight skid as I effortlessly place the car into the space just outside my house in one swerve, the bricks of the building lighting up with the headlights, "come on," I say, "this carbonara for two won't cook itself", as we both scramble to get out of my car.

I slide the key in the front door lock, the sound of the key against the lock mechanism is comforting, knowing the house is toasty warm, as I open the door and reach in to press the light switch for the hallway, the light coming on in a warm white ambience.

The carbonara now cooked and plated in front of you, we sit either side of the oak effect round table, the Parmesan cheese sitting in a container ready to be sprinkled, we make small talk that takes away the trepidation of your inner conflict, the food surprisingly nice for a quick petrol station job. 

A plate of garlic bread is between us, the crust feels perfectly crisp with the bread soft and oozing garlic butter, the conversation between mouthfuls of that tangy goodness feels sophisticated, you feel warm, cared for as if this wasn't me trying to win you over, every other relationship is precarious, the chill starting to come through the cracks in the window as the stars outside come into focus, sharpening as the near hibernal whisper makes itself known.

Sitting on the side of the bed, you notice the bag from the petrol station on the top of the wooden drawer, folded discreetly yet also suspiciously, the scented candle glistening the wall against the dim standing lamp in the corner, as you hear me walk up the stairs with the two ice cold cans of Jack Daniels and Coke that to your surprise I remembered, an almost throwaway line from our little chats online.

The ring pull cracks and hisses as you open it, the immediate sensation is sickly sweet, the bubbles hit your teeth as you hold it close to your lips, looking up at me while taking a sip, the light fall seducing you as your gut drops, the whispers said would be so sweet you'd forget them in a few days, the silhouettes perfectly give you butterflies.

Kisses feel like pleasant static as your hands wander my body, shaped just right to turn you on, as you'd seen in those magazines, sitting on the beach in sun drenched Italy, your modest gaze back then, broken for a minute.

Feeling your fingers slide under the bottom of my t-shirt, pressing against my back lights a bulb in your mind, you feel the breeze in the air of the Amalfi Coast psychosomatically as the tip of your index finger touches and brushes my middle spine.

You become heavy in my arms as we kiss once more, my arms a firm support for you now feeling a feminine urge, a rare experience unlike being alone, the feeling of coldness that comes from using firm silicone with its dull rhythmic pulse, no weight pressing against you, no shift in the warmth between two souls and no falling into each others arms at the moment of climax, your breasts feel heavier behind the fabric of your bra, almost losing yourself to a collapse as the kisses become more intense.

I lift you on to the bed, anxiety coming over you about how you look, a lack of sexual etiquette has you awestruck as I don't flinch for a second, you're momentarily lost, uncertain, but I don't hesitate, I don't waver - and that alone unravels you.

I lay on top of you, kissing your neck with your fingertips on mine, moving down as the small pecks send a warm shiver that make you pull your legs, you make a sultry chirp as my masculine breathing has you surrendered, before I get up from the bed as you are slightly confused, "don't you want me?" you say, as I grab the bag from the petrol station and pull out a bottle of strawberry flavoured lubricant.

You almost burst out laughing in relief, "so that's why you took so long!" you remark, still giggling as I use my teeth to pull anti tamper plastic off of the lid, your breathing still elevated from the caress just moments before, the plastic blew away somewhere, as you ask to take a look at the bottle in sheer disbelief, "it comes with a tingling sensation" I announce as you also clock that.

Biting your lip, you pull your trousers down to reveal your irresistible curves, going over your knees and feet as the fabric of your knickers feels noticeably less heavy, the flower behind it eager yet unique, I come closer for you to feel the bulge in my trousers, inviting you to pull them down for me.

Going past my socks as I kick them away, as you had thankfully done the honours, you place your hand on my penis which is begging for that last bit of stimulation to get hard, it feels substantial and soft, yet firm and inviting, I grab the bottle of lube and dispense some of it on to my penis, inviting you to lick, which then becomes full on sucking.

You feel liberated that you have so much control over me as you deliver an unexpected amount of pleasure, not knowing if I could cum at any moment - a dessert you want to save for last as you finally find a way to pull away and beg me to return the favour.

Laying back on the bed, you feel pleased that this is finally happening, someone desires you enough as your knickers peel away, a feather against your buttocks as the lace pulls past them, I feel butterflies at what is being offered as I now have no other option but to sink deep into your being, allowing your troubles to become mine, aimlessly grabbing the bottle again to dispense some more lube on to your flower.

Within half a second your head jolts back as you receive the best oral, moaning with no resistance as your nipples harden almost painfully against your bra, I see you race to take it off and allow myself to help you, going back down with no need to be asked, you grabbing your breast as masturbation can't even come close to this, every curve of your fingers sending tingles.

I enjoy you as you get wetter, the lube sharpening in taste as the sound in the room starts to penetrate the walls, our motion seamless and a quick coming of the tide, I feel your heartbeat as I come up to cuddle for a few seconds, kissing every point of arousal with an almost magical level of precision.

I open the drawer and grab a condom, tearing it open as you tease yourself while I put it on, you re-arrange the two pillows into the center of the headboard and re-position yourself into the middle, I come and join you, with that awkward ten seconds every couple has of finding the right position as you lay back as your flower curves around my penis, gracefully enjoying the first thrust.

The bed starts shaking as my hips collide with your thighs, as you beg me for more power, making it effortless for me to do, your hand placed on my neck and cheekbone, staring deep into my eyes as the carnal rhythm pleasures you.

Admiring my body moving against yours, my inability to hide how much pleasure you are giving, with the masculine growls and the beginnings of sweat, the sensibility is lost on you as you become something unknown to who you are in the outside world, psychological trepidation is giving way to a new you, that commands an unashamed celebration of what is hidden behind the walls of the building.

There is no buying time, the old you is running away when you know full well come tomorrow morning, the cloud will be back, tonight promising a reprieve as you feel things that haven't been known, almost stolen from what you know should be real.

Bouncing for a mere few seconds we both begin to orgasm, we unravel each other as our minds blank for that few seconds where I become athletic in my motion and our bodies almost fly, I orgasm with such strength that I physically have to hold back as it is pleasantly unbearable, throwing myself beside you as I reach down to your flower which is pulsing like mad, fingering you so perfectly that you have a leg shaking orgasm, your vocalization is so tremendous that its almost like the feeling of falling a thousand feet, for both you and I.     

Zero

Standing at the top of the skyscraper, you look out across the city as the piercing chill cuts into your fingers, the lights of the buildings and roads underneath, like a feather on your heart as your gut sinks with emotion, making the reality of the next few hours compulsive with the anxiety that circles your fingertips.

Your apartment stands warm, but even that can't take the trepidation away, standing with your feet apart, you finally pull yourself back to the stairwell door, past the rooftop swimming pool, your surroundings become clinical as the elegance of the rooftop becomes surrounded by white brick walls and imposing white lights.

The two flights of stairs are narrow before you get to the door for the elevator foyer, you quickly find the key card that allows you to use them, instead of the stairs of which there are thirty floors, tapping it against the pad, a green tick appears on the screen and you hear the elevator coming up the shaft as the aging mechanism audibly creeks.

The numbers on the display go down slowly, the elevator slows down as it goes from the 15th to the 14th floor, where your apartment is halfway down the corridor, the carpet and wallpaper is elegantly minimalist, walking out of the elevator as not to acknowledge the urgency of your state of mind, once entered your apartment is the place of a chaotic refuge. 

Your duvet feels cold, the senses heightened as you glance at your phone for my message, constantly giving your invitation a second thought as the unknown from five years of my absence, makes you reconsider our friendship, now that it is all so real and personal.

Your neck aching as you look up to see the dim red square light on the bedside table, a shiver down your spine as your phone beeps, that custom sound you set to play whenever I sent you a message, feeling louder than it really is, as you go to pick the phone up from beside you, on a forced autopilot.

You feel a tense urge as the phone doesn’t unlock like it should upon picking it up, the notification hiding the content of the message before you hold the phone closer, the message comes with an image, behind the steering wheel as I set off, my hand on the wheel, the sky pitch black with the silhouette, lit by street lamps of the shopping parade where we first met.

Remembering the spilt coffee as I accidentally bumped into you while in a hurry, taken away by the sheer allure of my aura that had your head in a spin for months afterwards, I bought you another coffee and we exchanged numbers, I didn’t expect anything from you until you found me on Facebook only recently.

Tentatively making your way over to the kettle to pour a hot chocolate, always calming, if a little contrived from nervous anticipation, the almost scandalous underwear you have on underneath an already elegant yet casual attire, the whole situation a desire that is torn on how to do this evening.

Sitting down to enjoy the hot chocolate, you get lost in doom scrolling, many minutes rolling by as suddenly a notification pops up that I am within five minutes distance of you, any and all emotion is wiped by a blank behaviour that takes over you as you feel the latch pull as you open the door to me.

The smell of genuine upmarket cologne takes over as you are awestruck as I’m better looking than I was years ago, my body language confident like a rockstar, my charm psychologically manhandling you into where you wanted to be, not one aspect is awkward for either of us.

We make small talk, the attraction cons you into believing I am an old friend, it flows beautifully as the time flies by as the anticipation builds, closer to midnight as the tinned cocktails mount up between us, the physical distance between us decreases as your desire builds, the alcohol a faint excuse for how you feel, I become that dream, made in your perfect image.

“Do you think it was fate?” I say in a more than tipsy state, “what do you mean?” you respond with excited curiosity, “well, I stepped back and bumped into you, absent minded obviously, when I got the news that my house purchase went through, not far away from you”.

Taken aback by the loose correlation, realising within seconds what I am implying, your mind recoils for half a second as it summons a response, “you think, we’re meant to be together?” you mutter, my facial expression seduces you, “I knew I was overdue something good” I say as I begin to struggle to put words together.

Falling deeper into an attraction you can’t get out of, no other factor of your life really registers, your mind slowly trying to make the decision to let it go or piece together this puzzle that has only really hit you until now, what you thought would be a platonic catch up with the potential for sex, now presenting itself as a life changing moment.

“I’m so into you, it’s more than love at first sight” I say, with you trying to decipher what exactly that means for a few seconds, as my way with words seduces you to the point your flower begins to awaken, the intellectual depth of my words unlocking the deepest butterflies that circle the depths of your stomach, my body language and the way the dim light falls on me has you addicted.

Involuntarily wimpering, you sit back in your chair as the feeling of the metal bars is heavier than you know, you then struggle to make eye contact as I reach over and softly place my hand on your cheek, helping you to look at me, “I can free you from the walls you’ve built around your deepest desires, the silent fears that keep you from truly letting go, let me unravel the doubts that keep you here, so you can feel what it’s like to surrender completely, to be seen, wanted and cherished in every unspoken way”.

You get up from the chair, my hands placed lightly on your hips as we make our way to the bed, you walking backward before jumping up for me to carry you, only a few steps before I playfully drop you on to the bed, your knees up in the air and then pulling back, locking my thighs against yours.

I groan in your ear, your flower lighting up with intensity as you place your hands on my shoulders, moaning with a chirp, I passionately kiss you as your hands feel my arms behind leather, placing them again on my back as I go to pull my jeans down, taking my jacket and t-shirt off.

Marvelling at my slight six pack and toned physique, you cannot contain yourself as wetness starts to feel against the fabric of your knickers, placing my hand on your thigh as my firm fingers go under your dress, my index finger going under the left side of your underwear as I go to kiss you again, mentally begging this experience to stop being so perfect.

The knickers slide down, smooth against your skin as you feel tingles all through your inner thighs, your nipples starting to strain against the inside of your bra, immaculately detailed against the fullness that has become of them.

Butterflies making you weak in the knees as your knickers go over your ankles as I throw them to the side, your flower dripping to the point of absurdity, we have to get your dress off as I almost manhandle it off of you, with your frantic help, kissing your breast as you sweat from arousal.

My penis throbs as you see it behind the fabric of my boxers, inviting you to pull them down, you quickly and greedily pull them off of me, my penis is just perfect, so much so you imagine they mould dildos from it, laying back, spreading your legs and feeling your lips part.

The tip of my penis sends waves of pleasure up your spine as it rubs against your flower lips, going in with ease as you pull your legs back and hold them up on the end of the bed, my motion begins slow to allow any physical uncertainty to sort itself out.

I come down, softly placing little kisses on your neck, the last one on each side has a little more intensity to keep you guessing where the next bit of pleasure is going to come from as I gradually speed up, with your bra then coming undone with my help, we take it off as your breasts fall gracefully.

The bed starts to strain with sounds to boot, you then enjoy the full weight of my thrusts as we reposition slightly, my torso moving athletically as you admire it, running your hands up and down my torso and my back, daring to hold on to my bottom as we make love.

We both start to warm up as the exercise gets more intense, you won’t need to worry about reaching orgasm this time, just focus on the moment and you’ll be fine.

The smell of lavender envelops your senses as you get around to noticing my cologne, hugging my shoulders and holding your head close to mine, “I’ve dreamt of you,” I whisper as it makes you ecstatic, your mind blanked by the indulgence of the sex, no space mentally to take it in, your soul drowning in my love.

“Let me hear it” I command as I get up and thrust harder and faster as the bliss of our nakedness becomes more about stealing each others ignorance to each other, in the space of minutes we will have our whole life ahead.

You feel wetness in numbers, the bedsheet underneath your buttocks is now damp, as a long slow orgasm begins to build, it doesn’t announce an end, it’s for you to ride as I begin to get close as well, welcoming in the final stretch as you can’t contain being vocal, no other man or toy has done this to you.

It happens, there’s no going back now as you tense up, your hands grabbing the sheets as you scream and I primally groan, we are both nonsensical for seconds as my legs shake and I pull out, you pulling back and rolling over as the aftershock of the biggest orgasm of your life gradually relents.

It makes sense that we lay next to each other, pouring more drinks as our bodies feel light, our conversation purely in admiration for each other as we both fall asleep, tucked under the warm blanket that had been tossed open for us this evening.

Waterfall

The sun heats the bricks of the little cottage you have resided in for the past two weeks, the smell of bacon frying on the pan wafts into your bedroom as the clock ticks to three minutes past seven. 

Whisked away by life's circumstance, an emergency accommodation, obscenely ideal as the fog of the big city fades when the finances fell apart, by pure luck an opening in this idyllic village with the post office on the corner, the farmer tending to his sheep on the other side of the sand coloured road.

This morning, with nothing on the agenda except taking in the crisp air by the lake, I butter the bread for your breakfast, the orange juice smoothly pouring into a crystal clear glass, the kitchen newly renovated with everything one could need to treat themselves, and to cook nearly anything to perfection.

I call you up for breakfast as you shout to acknowledge me, throwing a temporary amount of clothes on so you could join me, holding the bathrobe together as you walk down the wallway into the large kitchen and living room area. "good morning!" as I pretend to be surprised to see you, just how playful I am.

"There you go," as I place the large plate down on the glass coffee table, you thank me and are parched for the orange juice, it goes down just as well as that first bite of soft streaky bacon, feeling like you've earned it after a night of heavy drinking, as the tomato sauce drips back on to the plate.

"So, what do you want to do today?" I ask, making sure you are able to speak in between mouthfuls, ever since you were made redundant and got fifty grand as a settlement, you've been feeling free and realised how empty your life had been between twelve hour shifts, just about enough time to prepare for the next slog, now is as refreshing as that sea air for your soul.

The path that ran beside the river always awakened memories within you, certified by the heat of the sun as you’d no doubt not get there by gone one o’clock in the afternoon, me holding your hand, having known you since a few decades, the sun will try to set as our friendship shows no sign of ending, a reason for you to feel free.

Time is a blur as you've now forgotten everything we talked about, the heat hitting your forehead as we walk down the long road to the entrance, where a brown wooden sign signals the beginning of the walk by the lake, the aroma changes as does the ecosystem as we get closer, you notice a butterfly with bright red wings softly lands on a post, today feeling like a little lie that no one would believe as everyone else is still caught up in the mundane.

There's no way out, the distance between the cottage and the end of the lake is worthy of making your feet ache, the prospect subdued by the smell of Meadowsweet growing on the grass verge that seperates the path from the water.

I remembered to carry the ice cold bottle of water as I hold your hand, my mind blank for a while, while yours is absorbed in the scent of the flowers and crisp air, "Lovely day today," I remark to which you look at me with the sun in your eye, "why don't we find somewhere to sit" to which you open up your "FindABench" app on your phone.

The app opens and loads for a few seconds, the GPS symbol at the top of the screen appears as it locates you, a purple blob appears not far from where you are, indicating a two seater bench, you show me and we agree that should be the one, making our way there, breathing the air deep into our lungs.

Going by your fluidity and body language, I've never seen you like this, covertly admiring me with a fleeting amourous thought, interspersed with the day we first met and the full circle of the zen that consumed both days.

Resting your head on my chest, I am healed in a place I didn't know I was hurt, "I love you" I whisper as the same comes back to you, wishing you'd taken that CBD gummy to enhance it even further, the language we are speaking is known only to us, invented now and ends soon.

The group of ducks swim by, the ripples in the water from the lilypads and wildlife, taking away that inspiration for longing for anything that could be at the back of your mind, the way we've dressed down has that implied allure, firing the imagination on sight for any passer by, unaware of it but with the way today is, you could easily flip that switch.

Making our way down to the bench, the ground gets stonier as your feet slightly ache, feeling so good to finally sit down and take a moment to ground ourselves, becoming the blueness of the sky in the way you take away the reality of adulthood, the guilt that we won't return to responsibility for a good few months teases in the stomach.

About twenty minutes passes, our conversation fluctuates with no purpose, the focal point of our body language guided by the slow movement of the sun, my hand on your knee as you place your right one flat on the weathered seat, your left slowly comes to be placed over mine, your mind at first unsure but now the piercing feeling of allure comes over you.

You rest your head on my shoulder, a fresh breeze of air blows in the direction of the bench, denying that obviousness in our intentions, breaking that line between easy emotional communication and the way we chase each other, through a field, the length of a sea, in the throes of passion, usually a cheap fuck to pass the time, but we both wonder if theres more to it.

We look at each other, knowing now is the perfect time, that secret you'd shared about fantasising about sex out in the open, comes to the forefront of our minds, sharing an intentioned kiss, pulling back and staring deep into each others eyes, the sudden anxiety is made very real by the butterflies circling the bottom of your stomach.

I whisper instruction in your ear after you ask me to guide you, before long sat in the centre of the bench, placing your legs apart as I kiss your kneck, slowly moving down to your bare chest through the V-neck of your dress, holding on to my back.

You pull your dress up to take your knickers off, feeling the fabric against your skin feels ecstatic as the mere absurdity of the situation takes over, knowing your psyche has it in store that no one will come across us, the risk is there but so out of reach, you crave the adventure.

Your knickers at your feet as I pull them away and place at the end of the bench, you look at me wanting guidance, with me knowing exactly what to do as I go down, you moan and look at the sky, putting your leg over my shoulder, as I deliver the most devastating oral, you reflex with a moan and come back by putting both your hands behind your kneck, feeling the pleasure in your stomach.

Putting your hand in my hair, adding to the sensation, you almost have the first mini plateu of pleasure, begging me to stop before you go to far, the performance I give is giving justification for the whole thing, your nipples almost hurting against your dress, you pull your breasts out as you adjust to the new sensory landscape.

I come back up to kiss your nipples, the scene enhancing the sensation, truly escaping from life as if put into a movie, the bliss comes without friction from your conscience, biting your lip as you mentally beg for more, my own internal emotion is one of awe.

The movement is automatic, intuitive and forgiving to the blame that has not yet come, but we don't know either if there will be, as we whisper about what to do next, with me standing up as you pull my jeans down, a cock so perfect and begging to become hard, you feel the veins throbbing with your fingertips.

It takes over you like an intuition, mindless action persuaded by high intensity joy, as you bend over the side of the arm rest of the bench, myself in awe as nothing can go wrong with how I trace my finger along your spine, feeling things you never have before in the exact point of contact, almost as if ice has been taken from the lake, complimented by caresses that follow seconds later.

Feeling me enter you, it feels almost pleasantly unbearable, becoming natural with the breeze as the feeling in the pit of your stomach translates to an ecstatic sensation in your thighs, you don't know whether to recollect yourself as this is too absurd, knowing how you are feeling right now, you will probably never get again.

You hear the slapping sound, the dirty talk is half drowned out with the completeness of the memory, an utmost secret that your soul is dying to tell only to itself, as you position yourself for deeper sensations, making your prescence unashamed for any potential passer by, your moans now deafening in the vincinity.

We are both uncontrollable, the immense tenacity of our love is manifested in this almost manic sex, lifting your right knee up and repositioning over the side of the bench, hitting that flower a different way has me first begging for more, as I now hear you say things I'd never in a million years think would be possible.

I feel the sweat coming off your back as you come back up to hold me tighter, my body as delicate as it is giving, only a few more thrusts before we both cum, and when we do, the post-nut clarity is non existent. 

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Catharsis

The pavement is painfully long as double yellows are lined beside it for nearly the entirety of the main road, just under a mile in distance, to your left a row of off licenses, kebab shops and seedy bars, but not the one you are headed to. Just before the end of the road, is "Liquid", a highly rated bar on Tripadvisor, as you traipse along in high heels and looking forward to "Freaky Fridays" where all shots are two for one.

The exterior of the bar is neatly presented, visibly more clean and well maintained than the other establishments, a doorman guards the front door, behind it is a darkened hallway and clerkroom, blue neon strip lights shine against the luxurious velvet red carpet.

You are third in line as the doorman radios for an update on how many people are in the bar at that given time, not until a group of men on a stag do leave through the front door, a few women tagging along, does he decide to let the two women in front of you in, "it'll be about ten minutes" he says to you as you mistakenly get your identification out of your purse before it's time.

You acknowledge him plainly, a chill starts to creep on you as it gets to ten o clock, dressed on the very line between modest and provocative, some bad news at work has had everyone doing overtime, you just want to let your hair down among people who know nothing about contract law and the inner workings of accounting for a business worth millions.

The doorman's radio beeps as he presses a button to pick up, the bar can take some more people as a man and woman couple leave, her hand on his stomach, whispering something in his ear as they both leave as you are intrigued, before showing your identification to the doorman as he takes one look over you and allows you in.

Walking down the hallway, the warmth hits you as you realise it's very warm in here, not painful but with a pronounced edge that blends with the pleasant scent coming from the main bar area, to your left is where people hang their coats up, directly in front of you is the entrance to the toilets and on your right is the entrance to the bar and seating area.

The bar is dimly lit and the atmosphere is upmarket, elegant, almost erotic in the way they know many people leave here, a wooden and slightly sticky floor seperates the seating area from the bar, as it rests against the back wall, a rhythmic hum permeates the whole area as the speakers on the wall play a YouTube playlist from a laptop somewhere.

Your anxiety doesn't allow you to go up and talk to anyone who is seated, so you head to the bar as the crow flies, ordering a cocktail and tapping your card on the reader as the bar lady makes minimal conversation, no doubt knowing her shift doesn't end until six in the morning.

The cocktail is served, dusted with cinnamon and coconut powder, you thank the bar lady and sit for a while, glancing at your phone at five minute intervals as barely anyone registers you, before the wooden floor creaks loudly as I tap on your shoulder, "Markus?" you say, as it takes you a couple of seconds for your brain to focus, you completely underestimated that drink.

It had been a few years since you last saw me, the leaving drinks for a coworker, you remember so well how we just sat and chatted the whole evening, the surprise has you silent for a few seconds as you compose yourself, "how are you keeping?" I say, "ah, you know, works been a killer", you respond with trying enthusiasm as the rest of the drink nearly spills with your clumsy excitement.

You tell me for almost an hour about the politics of your job, with me interjecting as I work for the company that is yours biggest customer,  sinking a few drinks between us as the cost doesn't cross either of our minds, something about the familiarity and the warm buzz coming off my company and whatever painfully good scent they are putting in the air freshener, takes you into that perfect sense of relaxation.

Taking my hand as we walk back down the hallway, your handbag almost forgotten as we then feel the chill as we get closer to the exit, the light drizzle of rain is cold, but my car is not far away.

The trip to mine is soft in your mind, the alcohol just providing that right amount of relaxation, almost like the 2009 version of Spice Gold, that's a bit of nostalgia that takes you right back, to when nothing mattered, the sky almost like how it was then, the wonder has you silent in thought.

We arrive back at my place, one car parking space left for my Jaguar, the headlights shine against the brick wall of the block of luxury flats, “we’re here” I say as I invite you down the concrete path, several front doors with intercoms at the front wall of which we head for the third and final.

I tap my fob on the reader as the red light underneath it glows green with a beep, the automated lock shudders and I push the door open, two flat doors to the left and a staircase and lift to the right, you invite me to hold your hand as we go up the stairs.

I offer you a glass of sparkling as we sit and chat for a while, a sixty inch TV mounted to the wall impresses you as I ask Alexa to dim the lights and turn on the ambience, red glass pyramids light up as do the sides of the TV, with soft intensity.

Music just like what was being played in the bar starts playing at a very low volume, as we cuddle up together and within five minutes the air in the room drops in our stomachs, with butterflies teasing deep.

Before long we are slowly making our way to the little side area of my luxury bedsit, a frosted glass wall seperating the living room from the double bed, neatly presented with impeccably white sheets.

The aroma in the room is heavenly, a mix of vanilla and fresh linen, as you go in for a kiss, your fingertips touching my bare chest through a slightly unbuttoned shirt, sending shivers down my spine.

My breath quickens which excites you as you almost bunny hop into me, kissing with even more passion and your outfit coming apart, as I tactfully make allowances but also enjoy you, guiding your movements as you push me back on to the bed and rush your outfit off in sheer desire, your breasts feeling heavy in the bra as my cock aches while I gauge your sexual language, the tension muddying the waters but exuding a thrill that you are pulling me into.

I unbuckle my belt and pull my black tailored trousers down, you inhale quickly as this is just what you needed, no more nights laying awake, replaying those monotonous emails and Teams calls, you can finally be let free.

I grab a condom from my bedside drawer, making sure to let my hands explore your curves momentarily, the touches in your thighs sending tingles as you unhook your bra with my help, slowly taking it off and you kneel up as I lick your hard nipples, we both moan in our own way, nothing faked.

Placing your hand on my cock, you visibly bite your lip as do I, the lightest touch recognisable and exciting, the colour of our skin reddening with a faster heart rate, as you help me get the condom on, I lay back as you straddle me, massaging your flower with my cock, in an up and down motion as you get wetter.

You position yourself more comfortably and allow my cock to enter you, you get used to the shape with a few thrusts and we start off slow and build in intensity, your knickers now nowhere to be seen as you ride me elegantly, each of our movements intentioned and powerful.

Your pleasure builds to a constant joy, orgasm would be easy but it can’t be over yet, loving every inch of my torso with your hands, you are self conscious about cumming in this moment, your mind wanders as you stare at my wall, an art print of a porcelain skinned nude redhead is attached to it, adding to your excitement as you now ask if we can stop for a bit.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, as you reassure that you don’t want to cum just yet to my relief, we lay for awhile as my cock remains hard to your amazement, with a little encouragement from your touch.

As we lay, we very slowly tease each other over twenty minutes, now resulting in you positioning yourself for doggystyle, the small kisses on each others skin has you finally ready as you are extremely wet, I get on my knees and position myself.

It goes in painlessly and now familiar, I begin thrusting as your perfect bum is lovely, your flower now sending every sensation to your core, as I get faster and you can no longer politely contain your moans.

I moan as well as you know a real man is romancing you, the bed shakes almost comedically as you enjoy my abdomen pressing against your thighs every quarter second, we both begin to sweat as we both get close to cumming.

I place both my hands on your upper legs as there is literally no resistance in the motion, you go down into the pillow and place your hands beside it, instead of using them as support, fully giving in to the pleasure as you begin to orgasm, your thighs loosening as you allow my full length to send wonderful sensations throughout as you have a full body orgasm, with me following not far behind. 

Collapsing, naked and exhausted into bed, the sleepiness takes over both of us, as the next morning we are both accidentally on purpose late for work.

New Beginning

The blue of the night sky, sickly sweet and becoming more purple, the cool emptiness rises up as the flame envelopes the cheap paper and finely ground, deceiving herbs, the lights from the plane in the sky immerse you in wonder, seeing the large trees at the end of the garden give warmth in the dead of winter.

You see the world he was in long ago, as the diffuser bubbles with vapour pouring out of it by a cheap TV, the newness of the life he lived has now ceased, not entirely sure yourself, you can now have confidence that it hasn't all gone your way, going by the signs they've all left, you can't rely on old senses anymore.

It's a whole new product, they've formulated another mixture that's just like the old days, delivered in discreet yellow paper bags with a leaflet advertising "medicinal mushrooms", just nootropics and nothing like magic mushrooms at all, you always tread carefully not to get sick with half the products they stock, a life reduced to searching for anything to help.

He barely registers you in the street, the longest road with no cover from the sun, unbearable in the summer and depressing in the winter, going to get cold drinks from the local shop was always a mission as the queue moved so slowly on the hottest days with the only relief being the blast of cold air as you opened the drinks fridge.

The world is soft as you leave the shop, last night's smoke still has so much to offer, walking down towards the leafy walkway over the other side of the road, he comes up the inclined pavement from the left, going to get his energy drinks and sandwich, the ninety nine pence ones with the most tantalising bubblegum flavour.

Crossing the road as he goes through the shop door, an aura of orange is in the sky, you can taste it as the midday uprising of last night's high makes you slightly anxious, is it going to be like this forever? Falling asleep into the pillow as the bottle of Fanta sits on the table, your phone pings with a notification from "RealmFriendz", the app that puts you into contact with people you cross paths with regularly.

"FilthyMarkus has been near you 3x this week!" the notification says, as you drift off after picking your phone up to see what the ping was, three hours pass before you wake up again and the notification persists when you pick your phone up again, you tap on to the app and the number one appears in front of a red circle in front of a location pinpoint icon.   

Taken immediately aback as the selfie of him appears, the option to send a "like" is big with the "ignore" option smaller, your finger hesitates slightly with it millimetres from the plastic of the screen, a wave of energy up your spine at lightspeed, a green tick appears with the words "Like sent to FilthyMarkus".

You don't go back on the app until the notification comes up that it is a match, knowing how flimsy the the app is you make sure you do it all properly, the program faffs around a bit before presenting you with a chat screen, a speech bubble appears for two seconds and then it disappears, unsure of your imagination.

Hesitating as you send "Hey x" and the sending sound plays, the speech bubble appears twice before going away both times, exiting the app once more a notification flashes at the top of the screen, he has replied with "Hey, whats up?" as a tingle in your spine flares up.

Progressing the conversation forward, getting lost into the night as the amnesia that was stolen from your risky journey into bliss, takes hold with your own internal thoughts hoping this will come to an end by tomorrow.

You plan to meet up tomorrow outside the shop, as anxiety atypically builds, the high coming to an end with a sudden jolt back to reality, was this all in your head? Shoving a Rustlers burger in the microwave for your tea, it's all you can manage for now as the lemonade from the side refreshes you, the microwave dings as you worry how you could hold yourself together for tomorrow with how dishevelled you are.

The evening passes in a blur as you wake up slightly refreshed the next day, having a cold shower that cools the humidity of your flat away, the fleeting feather of left over libido from the joint, rests on your lower back with the tingle that draws desire where it's needed.

Making a light breakfast with the clock counting down with the meeting planned just before lunch, hoping he'll grab you a Red Bull before you head back to his, the great unknown with anything to take you out of the stagnation.

Standing by the metal bench waiting for Markus to arrive from the walkway past the pharmacy, the minutes pass with the butterflies that tease the base of your stomach, wishing they'd fly into the wind that blows past your face.

The imagination of the smell of the potent herb fleets powerfully, setting off disallowed emotion, a focal point that numbs the surprise of him appearing as you thought he would, the jolt of anxiety that comes with meeting a stranger, flattened by the dirty and deep that is becoming scary in itself.

"You alright?" he says, as your initial response has you worried about how you appear, but nothing in his eyes is imperfect, the distortion he knew long ago, is now a pin sharp reality that sees the beauty in you.

Grabbing a few cans of Dragon Soop and a few bags of knibbles from the shop, the conversation flows effortlessly, your mind playing a trick that gives you that confidence, unsure of your own motive, being drawn to him as suddenly this is the best day you've had in months.

The pavement is drowned in autumn leaves, a long road with various closes of houses on the other side, underfoot is muddy as you arise on the pavement from the large tree as you go past the community centre, the sky dims with grey clouds.

Learning so much about him on the walk up the hill past recently cut down trees, “just down there” he says as there is a walkway past the side of the block of flats, turning right past the dodgy neighbours front door.

"So this is the guy" you think to yourself as you recollect everything you've learned about him, the effortlessly styled look has you entranced, offered to go into the living room to chill, the hand placed on his chest, as soft as the feather before, taken away by your own emotional depth, moving to the bedroom with only that non verbal desire.

Thrown on the bed with consent, you beg to know why your clothes are still on, noticing the curated display on the clothes drawer, books and other artworks adorn the drawer by the wall, displaying fine symbolism among the pictures.

Getting more comfortable in the center on the bed and horizontal from the pillows, he pulls your jeans down as your breathing intensifies, emotion collapses as the first sense of your sexuality begins to emerge, holding the hair on his head as his tongue teases through the fabric, bringing your jeans over your knees.

You come back up for a kiss, it is all new without that instruction, finally free from the numbness that has consumed so many years, the moment only buys surprise as he gives you oral, you've never felt it so deep before, perfectly slow as you'd always loved sex.

Allowing you to moan without prejudice, you get wetter as your hands explore him, his body breaking that grey and humid existence, pulling each others t-shirts off, your breasts feel full against your bra as he kisses them softly, you almost gasp in pleasure.

Coming down to kiss your neck softly, you revel in the moment before taking a break to take your bra off, your nipples hard and begging to be touched as he does just that, making way for your throbbing flower as the position is perfect for sex as he grabs a condom.

Butterflies surge in your stomach as you weakly gasp and go in for another kiss, longer and more passionate than before, his cock taking you by surprise as it teases your outer lips, feeling almost like morphine as it enters you.

The entire shaft slowly goes in until it is all the way in, pulling back as he kisses your neck again, in once again as your wetness covers the condom, slowly increasing speed for the next whole minute as he worships your body with his lips.

The bed begins to shake as you feel every thrust with the springs holding the weight of you and him together, he moans masculinely in your ear as you moan in synchonicity, your nipples tingling with arousal as he just knows, of course, sucking on them will send you even deeper into a pit of pleasure, and it does.

Your flower is so absurdely wet, it begins to wet the duvet as you wonder why you love this sex that's fast, and with no other guy that did it like this did you cum, but it just makes sense as your curves create a spectacle, both sweaty and a mutual orgasm less than ten seconds away.

Both moaning loud and with no restraint, you both cum as you feel it in your stomach and a loss of executive function takes place as you collapse with half awareness that you have, he falls next to you as you collect yourself, a wave of relaxation consumes you. 

He freed you from what he once knew.   

The Halfway Point

Making your way down, the cold and crisp air becomes a breeze as the perfectly blue sky illuminates the clouds, the aroma of a bustling town is comforting for now, only a few more directions are needed to follow to get home.

The novelty of your new discovery, one you can barely contain in yourself with the blowing out of a candle, you never knew social media would have you strung out on the edge of ecstacy, a little world in your own imagination, an absurd fantasy as people walk past, with you almost losing your way.

Tackling the exertion as you carry your bags up the small incline, scrambling for your keys as you arrive at your front door, the weight you feel as you finally make it into the front room and shove the bags down on the sofa, releases quickly.

Sorting your purchases in each bag is a job in itself, you can never seem to find the cupboard space for anything anymore, each thing as useful as the last, a diary filled with random thoughts, a folder with all your important documents, you'd been far too busy in the past week to dig deep enough for anything else, not even the little pocket of photos you loved looking through.

You have a call booked at 2pm to discuss some boring and inane matters with someone from the council, something about an historical housing benefit claim you'd long forgotten about, you hurry to ready yourself as it's now twenty past one, laying on your bed with your phone next to you, a few random post-it notes you'd written with a few un-memorable details jotted down to the other side.

You pick up your phone and set it so that only the call can come through with no interference from other applications, that anxiety creeps in, going to close the Facebook application you accidentally allow it to open and it refreshes the feed, without a fleeting thought, you go to close it again, but your eyes drag down like they fall down a waterfall, nervous pain as they descend.

 

 

Not wanting to admit it, the top post is another one of them, that red pyramid in a profile circle, "Erotic Writing" written next to it, closing your eyes, knowing you can't go there this time - but then you remember another thing you need from your drawer, that bloody National Insurance card with the number you could never remember.

Opening the wooden drawer at the top of the chest of drawers, on the right side, scrambling around through piles of paper, the odd birthday card before you reach the fabric bottom, a small bag filled with random bits, your hand begging to come into contact with the decades old plastic card that had long developed several cracks, before a few fingers touch something firm, a firmness that instantly tingled your spine, and everything you'd forgotten about for this moment, apart from today's daydreams.

 

The mind diverted into impossible realms, your own sensibility holding you together as you recoil for a moment, a drip of suggestibility falls in your mind, before subconciously biting your lip, stopping half way as you are brought back to your senses, looking into the drawer and your mind blank, your phone still lit bright on that screen, another story post.

Facial movements mildly berkserk, the time continuing to move towards the mundane phone call, the unknown of if you'll ever be able to rearrange it, your fingers softly clasping the underside of the bag holding your favourite toy, as it had been a few weeks since you really let loose, the tingles in your flower, you want to ignore but you remember the lightness you felt after orgasm, at your last visit to his website.

Now ten minutes to go until two o'clock, feeling your body pushing you into accepting that you are indeed feeling horny, slowly pulling the bag out and placing it onto your bed, sitting down and picking your phone up, tapping once to make the screen light up again from a dim state, a tingle going down the spine as the link on the post displays the almost usual now, painted artwork with the pyramid displayed next to their embrace.

The fabric bag still sealed by string, as you lay back and take it with you, hurrying to your phones settings screen to block all incoming calls, going back to Facebook and tapping the link before placing your phone beside you and untying the string that holds the top of the bag together, the silicone of the toys control panel never felt so smooth as it did now.

 

Feeling the full weight of the toy as you pull it out of the bag, you place it beside you as you take your t-shirt off, over the shoulders as your bra feels slightly restrictive, running your fingers faintly along the top of your breast as you then scramble to take your jeans off, it is so fulfilling as the fabric against your flower feels exquisite, the light press with the roughness of your jeans.

The page loads up inside the Facebook app, the title words changing before the majority of the screen turns black, various images load as the text takes its place in white, “oh god” you think to yourself as it’s now three minutes to two.

Delegating your composure, your body moves without meaningful sense, trapped between what you know is right and your unconcious commitment to what is needed, the blue sky is a warm and gut dropping tension in the room as it appears through the window.

The first words rivet through you, setting the scene with a mention of the season, a detail drawn to impress before the emotion of the stories male lead comes in, you'd fallen so far in love with these passages, kept private from the draw of the community surrounding his work, now desperate for another release as you've given in, the clock at the far end of the room ticking past 2 o'clock.

Your index fingers slowly breaking the fabric of your knickers apart from your hips, a teasing flirtation of pleasure at the base of your spine, going into the allure of others, you are just for yourself as the outside world is none the wiser, that loss of control from an orgasm, maybe the neighbours will be privy, but how would you know?

The knickers go past your feet as you spread your legs, huffing as you desperately need to unclasp your bra without any hesitation as something you just need to do, the clip comes apart and you feel the release as the right shoulder strap falls down your arm, the cup coming apart and you commit yourself to this, your nipples almost painfully hard as you scramble to take the bra off completely.

Your flower waiting as you go back to your phone and continue to read, the intense details turn a desperate libido into drips of wetness, picking your toy up and making yourself comfortable with your legs spread further, the parting of your flower intensely tingles as you read further as the mysterious build up to the sex was always something novel.

Turning your toy on, a low hum is felt in your hand, weak, flustered and shaky, sliding the hand as it holds the toy, down your leg as a sensation is felt with the head of the toy not millimetres from your clitoris, the male lead in the story starts getting inside your head, as he is your supposed character, feeling a little guilty as he'd turned you on so much, she doesn't know whats in store, only one more paragraph and she'll be ravished.

Slowly welcoming the toy inside you, that low hum isn't enough as one more press of the plus icon on the control panel as your flower fully wakes up, the wetness now indiscriminate with the little rabbit nodule now coming close to your clitoris, you feel flushed as the details of the sex the characters are having becomes frank and graphic of which you indulge.

You see notifications at the top of your phone screen saying that calls are being blocked, the guilt lessens with each thrust of the toy, the words of the story becoming more perfect as if it was written just for you, impossible but with the affinity it always had, and without awareness of why it should be here, with you.

The shade of sunlight through the window, seeming so redundant as you chase a climax, your thumb joint aches as you reach the end of the story before the detail gets ever so sweet, the rabbit pressing firmly against your clitoris as the very moment of your movement has been forgotten, you recoil as you lose control of your phone, quickly scrolling up and the pyramid appears again, your heart flutters and you begin to sweat.

Memories of that one fling, the slow press against your skin, the warmth of his breath against your ear as your throat sunk and butterflies circled the bottom of your abdomen as his moans send you into a frenzy that make you climax with a fantastical burst that drowns the mattress cover.

You have lost all track of time as it is now twenty past three, feeling lightheaded for a moment, your soul is as heavy as a feather as you beam with positivity, unable to wait to grab that sugary snack in the other room. 

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Stardust

Beginning with the delight of the sun, captivating even the smallest of details in the fine surreal, life feeling like a movie as things become very real. It's been a short while since I was last in your sights, a reconnection that funnily seemed to blossom, exacting the time I thought well of you, buying into what it means to be human.

Only you have the patience with me, a half hour drive before an evening of waiting for the rest of them to return from Milton Keynes, you didn’t want to have to waste an evening so close to Christmas. Killing time in the Lexicon shopping centre and the lights are dimming in the restaurant alley as it nears closer to closing time, we’ll be strangers past then, well known to moonlight, the chill filling me with nostalgia, only you could bring that out of me.

They text us that they are ten minutes away, I feel relief that we definitely won’t be hanging around the Princess Square car park, listening to 90’s hits on the Bluetooth with the air con blasting maximum heat. 

We get back and they’ve been there only two minutes, waiting for us to join them before going to the front door and providing the key that I accidentally left inside without noticing before leaving for our little relaxed reunion. 

They let us in and I do a little whoop as the key was exactly where I left it, on the worktop, my home feeling remarkably cosy and a half hour catch up and they are away to go and spend Christmas down on the coast.

Our attention turns to each other as a few drinks and snacks are shared, getting increasingly closer with modesty and polite restraint, admitting our lust is a secret etching closer in secret to each other. 

The time getting almost obscenely late, just two minutes past midnight, my thoughts wondering as to what happens next, the last snowdrops brushing against the outside glass to the windowsill. 

You look at me in a way I’ve never seen before, owing to your emotion and command over me, in a few short minutes we are in each others arms. 

Before you know it, kisses on your neck, leading into us getting undressed and a few short moments of unknowing leading me to going down on you. The full embrace of sex is upon you as I return to let you feel me, a soft mix of your favourite type of oral and the perfect physicality.

The room heats up, your heart racing faster as everything now a mix of our over the counter fragrances and our bodies seducing each other into unbelievable relief into a cloud.

I passionately kiss you as my cock is now deep within you, you are insanely wet as I am hard, you know this shouldn’t be decadent, but in fact redefining decadence into an admittance of love, which you’ve never indulged.

The bed moves along with our thrusts, the technicalities are no matter for us as this is heaven, as almost the end of this, the lightness of a feather within you will be the treat you forgot you were going to get.

I get faster and you compliment it with your moves, all your wobbles now frantic, but no matter to me as I always see them as beautiful. Your expressions show desperation for orgasm as do mine, me painfully eager and you to receive.

If only time could spare us a few more minutes of this sex, but it’s not to be as you feel the build in your stomach, one of those long orgasms that start soft and take an eternity to climax. 

You can’t take much more, sliding your hands up and down my back as my moves themselves take you over the edge, warmth consuming you with a bit of mindlessness as our sounds can’t be described in words.

If only they knew of this, the evening is everything I’ve wanted to return.

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Together

Before the moon descends, the frost on the window grows more imposing on every day into this December, only recently started after a dragging November. The radiators sparingly placed around my home, always come on slightly too late for a breakfast in warmth, your feather touch, on my chest, always beckons the emotional extremity of every winter.

I've always wanted to go back to the glory days before all this began, everyone still in abundance at our work, now everyone is so busy with their own lives, the freezing burn of the snow, on fingertips, is how it all gets treated nowadays, but in you I find all the potential. If only the day could change, waiting for you to come home, beginning with every evening that we'd plan the art meticulously, always the beauty of the sex afterwards that's been designed to be otherworldly and borderline spiritual.

Untangling the struggle of the day, spending most of it sat at my laptop, making green tea and pesto pasta for lunch, the midday sun turning the ice to half water as it is uncomfortable, still the scent in the air has me falling in love with my memories again. Getting anxious for my files for the day to send through to the company system, inserting my company key card to verify my identity, a slight chill coming through the window, placing my feelings in what I'm doing, all in you.

Not before long, it is just after 5pm, you message me on WhatsApp to let me know you are on your way home, a small relief comes over me and I fire up the oven to prepare to make dinner. Only niggling on the subject of sex tonight, fleeting light flirting during the day has had me feeling it in the pit of my stomach.

You arrive home, the wheels of the car graze against the gravel, a much self limiting butterfly transcends to my spine, I know you put the cute lingerie on underneath your work attire, the frills of your bra perfectly accentuating your bust.

The cooking of dinner is on a mindless autopilot as we become closer at each of our last bite, with the happiness of the evening moving into the bedroom. The abyss of the winter night sky, the scent coming through as we now adorn the bed of which we’ve shared many a desperate sweat in the pursuit of orgasm.

You can’t withhold exclaiming on the sensation of me going down on you, buying into that forgotten reality once again as you are extremely wet, only seen on screens decades ago but for us it is reality.

You proudly spread your legs, marvelling at the softness of my body, as am I for you, as I come down to make love to you in missionary, the sex starting slow yet you couldn’t care of the technicalities. 

You feel my cock get harder inside you, of course it is only natural as I lick your nipples, my lips pressing against the softest front of your breast. You don’t know how but you’re enjoying my cock and mouth as one, it’s an unbearable pleasure but you are now at one with it, the synchronicity of the sex is the language spoken all over the world, even at the same time as us.

I begin to get faster as the joy builds into one with us, we both unrelentingly moan, yours not knowing no restraint. We are both extremely aroused and this now allows for a beautiful orgasm as we feel the sweat, your squirt soaking into a puddle between us. 

We both go to resume our evening, not a word said, for us it’s our natural care.

Liminal

All the places I have been, all in this one, my being in the walls as any trace of me removed from every other. The sudden cold snap from a falsely warm October day, the air comes through the now open window, my bedroom warm and humid from a single night. Wanting to break away from the mistakes of my past, only you can take it all away, surely the time can pass in uneven measure, a small amount of anxiety in my stomach.

If the day passes without limitation, it would be perfect, the feelings touching new places within me, that extra step boils the fear which only finding out, will replace. The past time has been obvious but I am pushing myself, little do I know all will come naturally. Now feeling the genuine tension, everything delayed. I have to be perfect but this is, for once, not something formal.

As the freedom is enjoyed, my usual thoughts are muffled, as I dim the room and watch the scenery go by on the screen as a deep chill playlist on YouTube hums through the speakers in the background. The next hour or so seems a blur, and then you knock on the door, and everything seems so natural.

Only riding on my conscience, but it’s all forgotten, assuming all I know from before, and with that the lovemaking is sublime, taking you doggystyle into the most amazing moans, from you, I’ve ever heard. 

Your pussy ever so wet, my cock feeling like you expected, just as you’ve loved before. The butterflies forming in the bottom of your stomach, just as you would want to masturbate to this, even I’ve wondered how you would fantasise, when this is so unique to us, it is all so special and memorable.

As I expend all my energy as you are now on top, it is matched by you as the heat in the room becomes almost a climate with our exchange of movement. I am seeing a rise in you, you’d never normally be like this until we did it this evening, letting go of modesty.

It becomes totally physical and sweaty, all emotion forgotten as I endeavour to have a release for both of us, my cock suddenly rock hard as you seductively moan and the sheets are drowned, I’m completely done in, in one orgasmic moment.

And with that, these walls I will remember.

 

Zion

On the account of the moving traffic, you adjust your make up at the first oppurtunity of a stand still, something so erudite in your mind, bringing what could be immaterial. 

The time is right for that anxiety, you had been fooled by excitement in the weeks leading up to this, you'd been so cruelly made to put on a front this whole time, something only me and you should know. A million thoughts race through your mind, the re-introduction of butterflies and the deep fall into an unashamed giving in. 

If only they had been more unassuming, our little fling tonight would be less of a surprise between us, the mystery and cold of the past two years has truly set the tone. In my mind, thoughts circle of years ago, longing for the grey of those days, simpler times where joy was adundant, finding that in you, realising more over the past few months, but now it cannot be denied.

The only question for yourself should be, do you really want it all to collapse within you, as the emotion built up, and upon a dimmed room, candles on the burn, a heavenly scent that makes it all porno-esque. You saw my lowest, and my happiest, you've fallen for me but these have been the most life changing few years, and tonight is the climax of that movie.

You take my hand and lead me up to the bedroom, you’ve never been here before but your inquisition is seamless as it is magic. You could be a hero to yourself as it finally dawns that this could be good for you, I can see the sadness even though thrilling in the moment, all the changing seas of emotion, yesterday will collide tonight.

Being gentle to me as you lay back, allowing me to do as ever as I please, adding your own touch that teases into a release from each bit of pain we’ve endured, as if morphine is working exactly with every graze of my hair, my tongue as ever blissful against your flower.

The sex progresses and I begin to do you Doggystyle, my taking the lead, you have no hesitation about revealing yourself in what no one but me has seen, we’ve both had nights in front of the screen, it just didn’t care about their pleasure, but it is so demanding of love for us.

The rest of the evening there is no tension for me, as the orgasm was entertaining yet sent us into a dream as if we are the only people in the world, everything else must be like the cold, even if we miss it, it takes it all away.

The Journey

Below the steps was the walkway through the underpass, a colder day than usual, thunderstorms forecast with a tingle in the pit of my stomach, it had been five weeks before I'd last seen you. A long day at the office, a building held together by 1960's concrete, still, there's not much left like this now, happier memories of years gone by, my feet aching already and not even out of town.

Long before and I am down the sloped parade of shops, feeling the sharp haze of the sun as it had begun to set, turning left down another parade, past endless charity and pound shops. Just before I begin walking down the brick steps, I feel a jiggle in my pocket, my phone has had a message, I had been blasting music through my headphones, so everyone else none the wiser.

It’s you.

Sending a little tease of what’s in store at home.

I look up quickly not realising I've now come to the old concrete area for the old market, a concrete roof with the pillars, just before where the market runs now, but not for long, my gut sinking as I make up the steps at the side, excitement as now in the open, I cannot withold myself from going to awnser your message, hoping no one knows what we're up to.

Walking through the underpasses down into the little village where we have lived for the past few years, all in that time, I have come to feel all that time and everything at once, all in you. I manage to reply to you, the only words I can muster are that I'm on my way home, my excited self, flummoxing any hint of sexiness, but you knew me all along, it's only until the passion kicks in that I unleash. You've always loved the hard line between my outward self and the intensities of the private.

Before long, dinner is on the table and is only just going warm from hot, after our many a frolic, you've felt all kinds of things this evening, the butterflies as I kiss your lips, a tingle of the pussy as I do your neck. Maybe if we weren't so quick, or ignorant of the world around us, this wouldn't be on point, hot heavy sex.

You get on all fours and expect nothing less than doggy style, you weren't expecting me to work myself into eating your pussy first, you cling to the sheets as you can't contain the pleasure, almost begging me to just fuck you already. 

I have no care for anything else as I get into the zone, this will be just like your wildest dream, my cock teasing your outer lips as when I finally insert, you moan beautifully. The bed carries us as we fuck, I come down and kiss the backs of your shoulder blades, increasing your wetness and feeling sweet. Once more and my thrusting gets perfect for you, looking back at me it is carnal, we both have no shame in being hot and sweaty. 

You start to feel a pit in your stomach as you begin to reach orgasm, polite moans from both of us turn almost disrespectful in volume and lust. Slowly it unfolds, you have no concern about whether it will happen, but it's too late now to say we can go to bed tonight in clean sheets.

Under The White Arches

The sun begins to blend into the clouds, over the horizon, golden with a hint of undescribable colour, the walkway paved immaculately, only nothing but luxury drives down this road. I hurry back to the bar, to allow that dusk to turn to a chill, and for the stars to appear, anxious, excited, yet comfortable as a sex symbol myself, the room dark, yet lit by an abstract rainbow jar display behind the counter. 

The barman pours me a drink, little did I know this would be the least of the details I would remember by tomorrow, you text me to let me know you are five minutes away, I recollect myself and make my way to my room. It would only be pleasantries, much to my inner dissagreement, every time I've met you, the tension is undeniable, so obvious and I just want to give in, I have rarely wanted something to be real, this much.

Up some white steps with brown carpet mostly covering each step, my sleek dress holding me together before my footsteps echo down the hall, the sound of me putting the keys into the lock, rich yet elegant as had been by my demeanour this whole time. 

A few days ago we found out on WhatsApp that we’d be in London the same day, I braved to ask if we could meet up, and like that I was genuinely excited when you agreed, my doubt had come in while debating with myself about whether to ask.

Standing on the balcony, the temperature is perfect, a rare bit of reprieve from the almost hellish summer we had endured only a few weeks before, the stars now as mystifying as they ever could be. A tingle forms in my lower spine as I hear a faint knock on the door, I don't know whether this will be my nerves setting in, but all the little details are muffled as I hyper focus on appearing sober and put together. 

The golden door handle feels chilly as I open it, my fight or flight reflex forces me to just go with it, but before me is a feeling of relief, a wave of shyness and lust.

Before I know it, many pleasantries are had, the friendly hug and kiss on the cheek, you’ve brought a bottle of champagne, unusually not what I looked forward to the most, I just want our flirty little conversations about sex, over the past five years, to become reality.

You ask me how I’ve been, I’m relieved our conversation takes that easy turn, I try so subtly to get closer, without giving the game away. The conversation flowing well, I so far haven’t broached that subject of our cheeky chats on the phone, but I am very close to erupting that sexual tension, that you could cut with a knife.

“So, err, what’s the occasion for bringing me here, then?”, you ask, without a rude tone, the suggestive manner makes my stomach sink, my pussy becomes alert.

I collect myself and guide you through a series of flirtations, but, after all that, your hand now guiding itself up my thigh. The silk of the bottom of my dress is no deterrent, I just want time to stop as I feel the beginnings of you touching my upper thigh, while kissing my neck, my pussy is helpless and weak. 

I feel like I am in a movie, you pick me up while we kiss passionately, my Honey Birdette knickers now dishevelled with my own wetness, I beg you to tear them off of me as you pull them down at speed, over my knees and past my toes, to be thrown, but I can’t even feel the care within to me to see where they landed.

You stand at the end of the bed, me now playing with myself just taking in every moment, I help you take your jeans off, unbuckling your belt, my throat sinks as you have genuinely the biggest cock I have ever seen, a sight bringing so much desire within me that I am only focused on my orgasm - there will be no challenges for that tonight.

You turn me over to do me doggy style, spitting on your cock for lube, but my god it doesn’t need it, you begin powerfully thrusting and I can’t help but moan, I’ve never had sex before that was so easy, intense and satisfying. 

I am taken aback by the spanking, my bum the perfect platform for that kinky delight, my checks ripple so noticeably that my pussy feels it, where there’s a spark of pain, I feel the pleasure in my abdomen. 

Your cock feels like morphine, I don’t have to think about moving to compliment you, I just want you to take me with your full length, I have never been this wet.

We turn over and you are now fucking me missionary, I didn’t know such an old favourite position could be so rough, carnal and yet, romantic and beautiful. Your chest up against mine as we both start to sweat, a gym workout, I guess neither of us are newcomers to that, emotional as we feel each other’s breath, my hard nipples against your chest as you go to suck, this sex is so otherworldly.

I lose control of my being, I begin to cum, the world and my life flashes before my eyes in a way only seen in my dreams, the sheets now soaked as the sight many upon many wish they could see, unfolds before us both.

It’s twenty minutes before I can think again, my legs jelly, every finger I place on myself, causes sexual pin pricks of pleasure. I feel unbelievably light as you softly kiss my neck, shoulders and breasts. 

I return to my daily life a new person, my body aches for days afterwards, but genuinely, it was so worth it.

The Promise

Upon the top of the cliff edge, the lighthouse in the far distance, the needles create the path to that tower, the tingle at the bottom of your spine, anxiety of an evening.

This is the last stop before we head to the restaurant for our booked table, 6.30pm on the final few evenings of our holiday. The skyline has provided plenty of distance from the stress of work, 300 miles away, only five hours a day working from home, most people not so lucky, but as the evening draws in, you feel a relief that just hasn't hit the same as many years before.

Fifty-Five Portdown Road, the Velvet Appetit restaurant, in between many other weird and wonderful businesses, a building much higher and a few floors taller than the row of restaurants, small department stores and sex shops that lined the road, the upper floors rented out for performance artists and various studios.

The waiter sees us to our table, the cloth already laid, the menus bound together by burgundy leather, the dishes curated with intent to be crafted with love, every last mouthful, the main, tangy on the tongue, the dessert, like a cloud of sweetness, melting instantly.

We are so openly amorous to everyone around us, never giving too much away but the other diners can feel uneasy at the sexual tension and platonic chemistry between us. Only upon many delicious bites taken does it seem to flow seamlessly before we are back at the hotel, after getting checked in, showing our ID's, you cheekily and playfully holding my hand and guiding me to the room. 

You slowly take your jacket off, as I work on unbuttoning my shirt, and jeans, all becomes clearer to my amazement, you’ve concealed the most amazing lingerie underneath your evening attire, I had been none the wiser this entire time. The revelation like a little promise, entrenched in however hot your passion may be.

Many moons ago, a hotel visit would make me long for an experience like this, the nostalgia of visiting friends and family, amplifying that butterfly in my stomach, only this time it’s beyond my archaic upper ceiling of emotion.

You have me laid on the bed, your movements holding me down like a prisoner in heaven, cheekily goading me into foreplay, I’ve never felt the magic of fingers like this before, new details of both me and you coming to the forefront.

The atmosphere becomes more knowing and comfortable, before long you are riding me, the length and moistness of my cock sending shivers up your spine. You begin bouncing on it as I do my best to go deep at the perfect pace, complimenting your figure as you come down to kiss my neck, which is surely returned.

We are both putting the work into the sex, now both hot and sweaty as the bed begins to creek under our weight, I give one last go of energy as my thrusts bring you to orgasm, the sweetest moans from the both of us make it more intense. 

You collapse on to the bed, us both exhaling in relief as the final fleeting blow of pleasure is ever so relaxing. 

This is our new yearly tradition.

 

Deep Dezire

You help yourself to the chocolate bar on the work top, an experience suddenly melting on the tongue, only time can tell how you’ll feel deep down, the sun blazing outside, your flat only half equally distributing the heat. 

Dust settles on the bookcase beside your desk, the buttons on your iMac’s keyboard as seamless as ever as you notice the bookcase as the sun’s rays hit your shoulders. Your bum begins to ache as you realise you've been sitting far too long, 3.48pm suddenly, and the trees outside are golden as what's left of your nostalgia for summers gone by, comes fleeting in, the industrial aroma is what's left of the euphoria.

Only you can know the relation to your story, cosy warmth and that of safety, but things like this always came with procastination. That work, creative and unnurtured, frequent trips to those funny and cat videos, anymore longer and it'll be adult ones. Maybe the Amazon Prime Now order can wait, the monotony of this afternoon tempts you further away, you know you really shouldn't, but what is life if you can't enjoy it?

You pull your dress up and pull your lacey primark knickers down, a little tingle in your spine as the fabric feels warmer that usual against your buttocks, over your knee and past your feet. You involuntarily check out the window, even though 2 floors up and hidden, so bare and vulnerable, yet taken by temptation.

One hand presses the thumb pad on your laptop and opens a new tab, the other hand massaging your outer lips, your breasts enlarging slightly as shots of pleasure shoot within you, you can feel your nipples hardening in blissful torture.

Beginning the search for a nice porn video to aid in your bliss, the frequent searches list on PornHub provides the inspiration, you are such a naughty girl, for such a respectable person. One of the items on the list makes you sigh, and you click directly on to it, your favourite video, third down from the top, you click once again, the page starts loading in as the buffering circles start swirling.

You are now lost in the moment, locked in the pursuit of orgasm, the pre-video advert has played and the grey line indicating how far the video has loaded comes bounding in, and now the orange bar is coming in. Taken in by the erotic display before you, you marvel at the mans physique, the woman's body complimenting it perfectly as her soft skin ripples as he fucks her.

You want it so badly, your heart almost sinks as you are now deep in masturbation, your wetness barely witholding itself from dripping on to your seat, tense as you are, you race to get the most satisfaction from the best parts of the video, the ones that make you crave someone's touch, however powerful or soft you would like it.

Your breasts almost falling out of your dress as the straps have long fallen down, your forehead sweaty and your chest, you don't care about the ever increasing humidity that is more noticeable in your state of excitement. Thankfully, it is easy, all this culminates in an orgasm, like that first bite of chocolate with a caramel centre, you lose all care for the fact you've squirted on the floor, the little giggle within the next few seconds completes it.

As you pull your dress back together, you fling your knickers away into the laundry bin, you've earned the luxury of lighter dress this hot summers day, the simplicity and peace of years gone by, back once again.

 

Butterfly

You have a glint in your eye as the sunlight tears into your eyes, a quick glance upwards as you feel my touch on your shoulder, from an inperceptable blink to the rush from a kiss, blending into one. The scene nowhere near epic, yet you and I, unknown to you, haven't felt like this since life was free from responsibility, tapping into butterflies when the warmth hits, equal to times that are a struggle to remember.

Your feet ache after the few hours of the walk in amongst the outside, only a few minutes reprieve as mentioned before, the car park now in front of us. Only the warm car, summer air a breeze in the open window, can add the sharp tinge to your feelings for me, like the deep blue skies of summers a decade ago, constant learning on a cloud of unknowing joy.

With only the front door keys in my hand, it is simplistic, a quick dinner and then you wonder what could happen, you’ve been indecisive over fantasizing, but the bubble shall burst, with full force, you try and act perfectly to not scupper the chance.

The creaminess of the cheddar grated on top of the spaghetti, ever so much more tangy, a few hours has passed and this is the best spag bol you’ve tasted, only comparable to your fathers cooking, it’s as if I am in possession of the best recipe, and on top of it all, the key to your heart.

It seems ever so much an accident, now in my bed, the tension in awe and shock as we rush to get naked. Only our intimacy can break the togetherness of the day, from giggles to an everlasting build of wetness and pleasure, begging to burst into an orgasm as I can’t get enough of your moans that make me harder and faster.

You get on top of me, my cock feeling like morphine, your abdomen feeling like taking the first bite of an amazing dessert as I lightly kiss your neck and cheek, the unbelief that sex is to follow makes you crumble. 

Exactly as expected, euphoria enthralls as we end up with you laid down, me perfectly fucking you, no awkwardness, no need to adjust. Feeling the humidity as I come down for a genuine missionary, you wish time would stand still as your breasts touch my chest, you never knew they were capable of being that erogneous. 

Maybe it can’t be explained, the four seconds of unawareness that just exist of joy, as you lose control and orgasm spectacularly, no control over yourself but picturesque, like a painting, the sound would be Hollywood worthy.

You’ve come a long way, but you’ve found the new way to learn.

Sequin

The warm burn of the sun, hits your shoulders, on the little mud footpath, beside a field, separated by a fence in the English countryside. You stop to take a sip from the water bottle now slowly turning warm, as it was fresh from the fridge this morning, in anticipation for your feet hurting just after the third mile, in the autumn that has now come around.

The track lasted for 2 more miles, as you see a little crossing, where a bench was placed, along with the signpost detailing all the places in this little corner of the countryside you saw as your yearly retreat. A walk by yourself to let go of all the trips to the office, your company swiftly stopping working from home, that reset over the two years shows it’s reality. 

There is a little incline as you walk towards the bench, as the ground gets more stoney as they hurt your feet more than they would have an hour ago at the start of your walk. You take another sip of your water, a drip falls between your lip and the lid, falling onto one of the sequins of your blouse, you inconspicuously register this as you are focused on just getting to the bench. Faint memories of every passing moment, your first trip here seems like a lifetime ago, although not that long ago, you've never known true nostalgia, coming to the end of your youth, those butterflies so new.

You sit down on the bench and take a breather before you register your surroundings, the wooden gate you went through, behind you, the autumn smell of recently rained on grass and gravel, activated by the warmth of the sun, this is second to every experience you wished could last forever. Maybe it is by chance it is rarely a landscape, where today, there isn't anyone around. 

A few minutes passes and you decide to stay here for a while, ten to four in the afternoon and you know it will be 7pm before you sit down for dinner, as the sun sets. You can only forget so much in this place, the atmosphere putting you into a deeper lull as you realise this is what you've wanted all along, you don't want to leave.

The way the flowers just over the path sway in the distance, the vista and aura triggering a lack of awareness, a scene from high art but totally unlike you. You notice your own whirlwind of femininity, falling deeper into that state of mind only reserved for your private moments, a fit guy on social media, your toy deep in your sock drawer.

Your stomach drops as you feel your nipples starting to become erect, this is no time or place, what if a stranger passes by? You feel a hope that it will go away, but you want the experience to become real, even more. You sigh in repreive, you can do it discreetly, timidly placing your right hand on your lower abdomen, trying not to acknowledge the butterflies now creeping down to your lady parts, your hand pretending like this isn't the case.

Your yellow blouse, that ever so perfectly accentuated your curvy figure, stands in between your hand and your knickers, upon realising this, you mentally plan a quick way to take them off and stuff them in your bag, taking an extended break to look around, to make doubly sure no one is coming.

Raising your knees up, pulling your dress back and pulling your knickers down with army like precision, you shove them in your bag and sit back, doing another look around, the anxiety kicks in as you sit for a minute. You inch your right hand up your thigh, ready-ing your left hand to quickly return your dress to a decent state should anyone come around.

You feel something you've never felt before, your flower tingling with anticipation as you can faintly feel your fingers over your flower as they just pass the immediate inside of your thigh before your flower. The anxiety gradually becomes easier as you now have a hold on your flower, one finger going in as you intuitively go to massage your g-spot. 

Your breathing gets heavier, this will be easy as the amazing pleasure comes in like a waterfall, as softly as a cloud. Almost unaware of your surroundings, you arch your back, this is happening quickly and a moan feels almost as natural as the environment. 

You get closer to orgasm as the pleasure intensifies, you instinctively grab your breast, but with no grip at all, your nipple causing sparks as your palm hovers over it. As you recollect your awareness for one final time, you sink into one of the best orgasm's you've ever had, squirting on to the grass just before the pathway, you feel everything coming away from you as your endorphins mix perfectly with the clouds up above.

No one ever came around to see you getting dressed again, better finish the walk like nothing ever happned.