This story is fiction and is intended to be read by those over the age of 18. Please send comments or questions to Teabs13@hotmail.com if you want me to continue. Enjoy!
It is night. Well it is upon me. I hope to come up with a good excuse in why I was late to come home. I cannot search my brain. I find it full with empty thoughts and dirty pleasure. The give. The take. It all makes sense to me. The sweat, blood and tears that I inflict. She would never understand and I do not wish to explain.
My eyes meet hers in a daring way. I want her to ask, to test me of my whereabouts' on our anniversary but I hide. She knows where I have been and what I have done. She does not care. I am helpless. If she would ask then I would explain. I would tell her that I have needs to be fulfilled. That if she showed interest I would perform. I would let her in on my secret. On the many nights I was gone with other women.
She still looks at me with love. I cannot help the way I feel. I am sick of her just forgiving me. I need air. I step outside for a smoke. It burns and I smell ecstasy. My fluid induced mind spills out in front of me. I cannot harbor my need anymore. I want her, I need her. Is it really her I desire or the hundreds others that I fuck every night. How can she still love me? How can I go on?
She is everything and nothing all at once. My body calls to myself. I need to be with her or any other woman that I can seduce. I need it bad.
Maybe it's because she knows I will always come back to her. I will always return to my lover and there is the power she holds. It is not I who has it but my beloved.
I hide out on the porch for a while. I hear her retire and think to myself. I ponder what I will be asked of. If having sex will be the answer then why has It been months. She can get into my head while I get into others. Her moans and screams. The way she knows every inch of my body. But still why do I stray and why am I forgiven.
I lay with her now. She sees right through me. I am empty and she is full. I need to leave this place. Start on my own. I know it will never happen. Once she touches me I cannot think. I am paralyzed. I breathe heavy as she strokes my skin. I avoid her eyes. They cut through me and I am forced to look. She kisses me and I cannot move. With so many others I have been the expert. I have gotten into their heads and fulfilled their fantasies but why do I succumb to her. She is truly my master. I cannot think of another way to describe it. She has me and I cannot move.
I look into those deep blue eyes and get lost. She is all who exists to me. I am there for her. To be used up and still cherished. She knows there is no one better than me.
I return with new vigor. She gets me excited as she teases me with her finger tips.