weekend excursion and tortured my hungered body relentlessly with his deft tongue and then repeating a similar process when he stroked me with famine and virile possession of my body. That experience changed my existence.
Azmir contemplated my body, measuring it at every touch. Even when I was out of commission, tending to business with mother nature, he seemed to have trained himself to respond to my physiological needs without prompting, keening himself to those of my emotions. His care was gauging and contemplative. His touches were deliberate and well strategized and though he never spoke about it, I’d picked it up. It was something I’d never had.
The more he stripped me physically and demanded my body to submit to his needs the more I was made aware of my inner blemishes. These things developed a debilitating panic inside of me, causing me to fear that he’d one day soon be awakened to my darkest secrets and most threatening deficiencies. I didn’t want to expose the imperfections in me, didn’t want to acquaint him with my scars. And at every turn of his discovery , I fought with desperation of self-preservation.
As I waited for valet to bring my car around my phone rang snapping me out of my trance, it was Michelle.
“What are you doing, girl?”
“Just getting out of Serenity . What’s up with you?”
“Oh, nothing at all. I just e-mailed you our itinerary for next week. Our flight leaves out of LAX at eleven twenty, babe. Okay?” she informed.
“No problem, Shelly. I’ll be there with bells. Are you guys sure I can’t at least pay for my flight?” I sighed. I mean, it was generous enough that we were going to The Bahamas and staying at the Atlantis resort.
“No, Rayna. Don’t worry about anything but having a good time. We are all excited about going to the Caribbean, girl!” Michelle was filled to the brim with glee. Secretly I was happy about vacationing as well, even if it was with her friends.
“What plans does Azmir have for you?” she asked.
“He’s been so apologetic about being out of town the entire week of my birthday. We’re going to dinner next week. I guess that will be our time of celebration.”
“Oh? Where?”
“Not sure.”
“You know, Rayna, I can’t believe you didn’t tell your boyfriend about your birthday. That’s off this planet!”
Michelle was annoyed. As much as she tried to conceal her disappointment, she couldn’t resist feeling the need to bring it up again.
“He’s not my boyfriend, first off. And for the hundredth time it’s just never come up, Shelly! I’m not use d to having anyone in my life special enough to share small details like that with,” I defended.
“That detail isn’t small when you spend his birthday with him, dance for him and his friends and hit him with the coochie to top it off! I keep telling you to let loose with this one. It’s okay to be vulnerable and…” she stumbled.
“And what?” I asked with snappy attitude.
“…and in love. There. I said it!”
“Damn, now you hit me with the L word. It’s only been—” she interrupted me.
“… five months since your first date,” Michelle interjected.
Five months wasn’t long in my book. But Michelle was right, I needed to rethink this relationship. The time had flown by so quickly that what was five months felt like five weeks. Azmir and I spent endless nights together when he wasn’t traveling. We were in a great place, we talked freely with a comfortable flow of exchange and our sex was mind-blowing. I wanted him to enjoy me, whatever good I presented. And I sure as hell didn’t want to disrupt that with talks of falling in love. I didn’t want to scare him off.
“Yeah…whatever. My point is love takes time and more time for me to get in it. We’re taking things slow ,” I continued with my pushback.
“Okay, but remember life can be a lonely journey without someone to love. And I won’t be around much longer to be the only person to take
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