Partly Cloudy

Partly cloudy with the chance of scattered showers… That’s what the weatherman said on the tv screen as I rushed out the door grabbing a handful of breakfast and gulping down a cold glass of Simply Orange. As usual, I was running late…what better way to start the day. As soon as I get in the car and plug in my IPod but just before one of my favorite songs come on, my phone rings. It’s Sheila, my girl, calling me for our morning commute. The usual conversation, nothing heavy, besides I just like hearing her voice on my way into work. We discuss the possibility of lunch later and I agree. Soon I arrive to work, we hang up, and I get started on my work day.

Throughout the day, Sheila is texting me, asking me about lunch. Its too early for me to confirm but of course I want to see her if for no other reason than to escape in her conversation. So we text back and forth and then she gets silent. I figured she just got busy doing something else and then I get a notification on my phone…its Sheila. She just sent me a picture and when I open it…Wow! She had went into the restroom and taken a picture demonstrating how badly she wanted to see me for lunch. The image of her naked thighs and panties pulled to the side are burned into my mind. For the moment I lose all concentration of the world around me as I am instant taken to memories of our previous intimate moment. I remember the softness of her lips against my skin and how her tongue teased my body. Soft kisses along my pelvis as the warmth of her mouth approached my erection. With each kiss, my throbbing got intense as I awaited the wetness between her lips. She slowly stroked me as she tasted me and looked up into my eyes as she swallowed me whole. My eyes rolled back as I entered ecstasy and before I knew it…Sheila was on top of me. Her motion so rhythmic and forceful that in just a few moments we both reach our orgasm together. The room spins as she collapses on top of me in the midst of wrinkled sheets and thrown pillows.

The sound of a ringing phone awakes me from my daydream and I am drawn back into the whirlwind of the work day. I text Sheila to let her know lunch is on yet she doesn’t reply. I don’t give it a second thought as I hear my supervisor calling from the hallway. Back to reality as I get pulled into teleconference after teleconference and meeting after meeting. Before I know it, its approaching lunch and it doesn’t appear that I will be getting out anytime soon. I try to text Sheila but again she doesn’t respond. There is no way I can meet her, perhaps the absence of her response means she can’t make it either. Next thing I know they have ordered in lunch from downstairs for this impromptu power luncheon. I try to stay focus as I am reminded of the picture that Sheila sent me earlier.

to be continued...

Wet

The warmth of the water relaxes me as I sink below the surface releasing myself from stresses of a more than hectic work week. I have finally found an escape from the demands of my job and the troubles of life and it begins here...in this tub.  It’s like the water somehow cleanses my spirit and negativity is released from my pores.  With each inhale and exhale, I am one breath closer to euphoria...if there is such a place. The steam emerging from the surface amplifies the relaxation of my mind, body, and soul.   I close my eyes and revert back to my senses, the very basis of my existence.  The hint of cucumber melon in the air fills my nostrils reminding me of love making moments previously shared by you and I. Remembering the softness of skin against mine as we explored our passions together. From the first kiss to the last embrace and all of the multilevel connections in between.  Before I can sink any deeper into my replayed fantasies, I hear the door knob turn…

You entered the room, your naked body radiating against the glow of the flickering flames of the floating candles awaiting you in our bath.  I salivate as I take in the beauty of you, the curves of your body, the look in your eyes, the smile upon your face.   For a moment, I am lost in your femininity, as my glance becomes a stare.  I motion for you to join me and you oblige.  Centering yourself between my thighs, reclining within my arms, I am your comfort zone.  Once again, your skin against my skin, I enter my place of Zen, which is you.  I put my arms around you in search of your fingers to interlock them with my own.  You exhale in the safety of my arms and that moment of beauty is recorded and stored with the many memories of you that I keep within my inner sanctum. 

We engage in intimate conversations reinventing the events of week leading up to this moment. Our verbal intercourse arouses the sapiosexual within me. The articulation of your expression ignites a fire and my passion awakens.  It amazes me how non sexual interaction has become an aphrodisiac of sorts when comes to you.  I have noticed that the most innocent gestures between us tend to send me down a sensual spiral leaving me in the midst of my erotic imagination.  Subjected to visions of our souls connected intensifies the intimacy experienced simply from listening to you expressing your thoughts and displaying your emotions.  For a moment, I am lost in the fury of the mental projection of our lovemaking as the images of our memories transform into plans for our immediate future.

To be continued...