A Little Vacation
Kiss, the lips that slowly glide up and down my body, like a car on course,
Drawing in my breath, exhaling my heat, absorbing my speech, leaving me hoarse.
Interest, in every inch of my body, mind, and soul with his actions and reactions,
Void of all other happenings, focused on my every want, need, fantasy, no distraction.
Notice, of my fav’s, expressions, flushes, no rushes, attention to detail,
Exploding over my senses, volcanic eruptions, no interruption, never fail to fulfill,
Gentle, in touch, caress, stress, a long, drawn, affair of momentous pleasure and fleeting pain,
Every escape erases the emptiness and wasted energy with excitement, again and again.
I was in the middle of cleaning the house, since I rarely get the chance. I’m more than a housewife; I have my own money too. This was one of the rare times I had the house to myself, and a break from the hospital. Baylor makes me work at least 15 hour shifts four times a week, so I cherish these slight moments of peace. (Always liked that Dr. Shiree sound, music to my ears) I listened to my Erykah Badu playlist, with my Luther and Teddy mix on standby when my King showed up (it made him take it slow, music works on him well). As I finished up the dusting, my mind wandered to my husband, Lord knows he was out in Cancun with Alicia trying to feed her grapes. All the sudden, I was ready for King all the more. Then, I went to the kitchen to make sure I picked up the syrup from the grocery store – check, whip cream – check, strawberries – check, and my load of towels only had about five minutes left. I took a seat on the couch, and let me my mind wander to that poem he sent last night, and I felt a bead of sweat (the a/c was on 65). I decided to text him a little thank you, as well as fill him in on the plans for today, that only gave me an hour to shower and freshen up. I hopped in the shower for twenty, straightened my hair, and put on my makeup. My theme was red today, with a black outline; it matched the new Victoria’s Secret corset and thong lingerie, with the black trim. After all that, I changed the playlist to warm my oven, and got the hotel catering serving dish out of the dishwasher and put it by the door. Now, all that was left was to do my stretches, Varsity cheerleading paid off with him (I think he watched one too many movies). Not to mention, I had to make sure my stomach was tension free, he had enough for two hands with a little to spare. In mid sequence, I could hear him playing our song from the top of my street, that Love and Happiness by Al Green. I grabbed two towels, placed them in the bedroom, and got the ingredients out of the fridge. Threw my robe on the coat rack, and sprayed my body with a hint of Desire, and prepared myself mentally for this magnificent man. Nearly finished, he rang the doorbell; I opened the door to a sight I sorely missed. He had on a crisp white polo tee (blue horse), with the shorts to match, and the shoes to tie it all together (I bet he had the boxers coordinating as well, he got points for that). Smelling like a slice of raw euphoria, face neatly trimmed and properly washed, and the confidence of Hugh Hefner in his mansion. Then, he grabbed the tray from me, and drew me into his arms for a kiss the French would ban from the public. I backed away, and clutched his free hand to lead him to the “movie theater”, and made sure to accent every step with a twist and gentle graze of our bodies (he was really, really happy to see me, as expected). Upon entering the bedroom, he started to nibble on my ear, and make circular motions on my stomach; paying special attention to my rose belly button ring he bought me last Valentine’s Day. He knew full well that made Niagara fall, and it had been about a month since we last met; we were both well overdue for an “adventure”. “I love the menu, is there any ice cream to place these toppings on, Love?” He whispered in my ear, with a small trace of my lobe to accent every syllable; I’m glad the bed was close; I was losing feeling in my knees. “Dutch chocolate of course, the kind that melts in your mouth when warm.” Then he laid me gently on the bed, letting his strong yet soft hands trace every curve of my body, as he looked me in the eyes and licked his lips ever so slowly. I grabbed the remote to turn on the mood music, and he traced kisses up my arm, only to make circles with his tongue on my hand. He let his fingers drag down my body, and his fingernails lightly scrape my skin; just enough to feel, though plenty to notice. I bit my lip, and he took it as a sign to begin to kiss me, and suck on my bottom lip. Now it was time for the entrée, he grabbed the strawberry syrup and spelled his name on my stomach; with the tail of the “G” trailing to my ice cream. Then, he used the chocolate syrup to spell out “Love”, over my upper body, followed by the gentle and extensive clean up using only his mouth. All the while, his hands glided down my back and side in unison with Luther, he knew exactly how to push my buttons. It was my turn now, so I flipped him over on to the bed, and grabbed both bottles. I spelled “Give it to me” on his upper body, and “quickly” on his upper thighs; he was gripping the covers the entire time I did away with my mess. Finally, he withdrew his excitement, and gave me the premium package for at least two hours; the score was 6 – 1, in his favor at the end. Following, we lie in each other’s arms, and let thoughts of our tumble flow through our head. Then he said, “So, when am I going to start getting paid for this. It’s not like the score is ever even, or should I just reveal you as the winner.” I gave him a nasty look, “To be truthful, I’m always the winner. You’re just being a sore loser right now.” Then I got up, moved his arm off of my shoulder, and brought him his clothes. “I have to go to work in an hour, and I need a solo shower, and to get on the road.” He simply responded, “Ok. I know what time it is.” Now I just watched as he got dressed, slowly, everything was a show with him; so in response I grabbed a cherry from my mini fridge and played with the stem. He almost dropped his pants twice, losing focus; I knew I had him wrapped around my finger.
