YOU

Uh oh…

You looked at the phone in confusion. Thinking you were ready to add a little excitement to the bedroom, you agreed to my invitation but now you’re having second thoughts. Even you had to admit that our sex life was in a rut and you were looking forward to recapturing the spark we had when we first met but…

“Am I ready for a threesome?!” you asked yourself. “And if I don’t go through with it, will I lose you?”

After three solid years of messing around, you got it in your head that I’m ready to settle down with you. Where you got that crazy ass idea, I’ll never know but I let you carry on with your antics simply because they’ve been a benefit so far. You played the wifey role like a pro but unfortunately you’re a bit prudish in the sheets. I thought the fact that you let me be the one to take your same sex virginity guaranteed I would have a natural born (and personally trained) freak on my hands but fuck me not.

“You like to compromise to avoid a fight. We’re having sex but we’re not married. I’m saving my freak in the sheets side for marriage,” you told me happily. The hurt look on your face when I laughed started our first disagreement. Or it may have been what I said next.

“Oh you gonna hold out on me? Ya know The Kid ain’t NEVA goin’ on lockdown! All that phat ass pussy out there?! You can hang that up!!” I replied honestly.

You wouldn’t take my calls. Made me break my routine just to check on you in person. Ever since you felt my Touch, you didn’t let a day go by without me hearing from you whether I responded or not. An encouraging text. A humorous picture. Anything you thought would brighten my day. The last time I let you go too many days without hearing from me, I got a call from the hospital saying you’re in the emergency room. I get it. You’re hooked. But you’re failing to realize that you’re on that Love Cloud alone.

I love EVERYONE.

“If I do this, there’s gotta be some conditions,” you told yourself, rehearsing what you were going to say to me when you gave me your final decision. You knew I would never make you do anything you didn’t want to do. “If this doesn’t convince you I’m serious about you, nothing will.”

Looking at your phone in your hand, debating whether to call me back or to surprise me by popping up on me, you stopped short when you realized that in the past three years of getting to know me, I’ve never brought you to my residence! I’ve always come to you or we would meet up at an elegant hotel suite.

“I don’t know where in the hell you live?!” you exclaimed aloud. “FUCK!!”

Shaking your head in disbelief, you walked toward your bedroom to undress after a long day. Fighting back thoughts of what I could be doing, you took a hot shower, my words bouncing around in your head.

Nah, Babe. I’m pretty wiped out. I’ll see you first thing in the morning to wake you up.

Curious to know the true reason for my exhaustion, devilishly grinning, you picked up your phone to text me: “Baby, I can’t sleep.”

Over an hour passed before I responded with a message that instantly made you moist.

“I’ll be there shortly to put you to bed.”

Smirking to yourself, you said, “Maybe… just maybe I’ll finally have you all to myself. A few more overnights. A few home cooked meals. And all of the lovin’ you can handle.”

Walking over to your living room patio window, you grinned as I pulled up behind your car. Expectantly, you watched as I slowly emerged from my vehicle. Just as I reached your door, you opened it wide, greeting me with nothing but your sparkling smile.

“Welcome home!” you smiled, holding your arms open wide.

Chuckling, I entered your townhouse to accept your hug, closing the door behind me. “I see you’re dressed for bed.”

“And other things,” you winked as you took my hand to lead me to your bedroom. “But if you’re truly exhausted, can you just cuddle with me until I fall asleep?”

“I’ll see what I can do,” I said, smacking you on your bare ass as we entered your bedroom. “Lemme take a shower right quick.”

No doubt disappointed that you would have to wait a little longer to feel my Touch, you followed me into your master bathroom. Watching as I undressed, you asked, “How was your day, Baby?”

“Pretty good. I hung out with Cynda for a bit,” I replied, catching the grimace on your face in the mirror’s reflection before I stepped into the shower stall. “She had me running her around town since her car is in the shop.”

“Why didn’t you just let her borrow your car?” you inquired as you slipped into the shower behind me, wrapping your arms around my waist.

Chuckling, I stated, “What I do with my property is my business.”

Feeling your hands slip away from me, I turned around to face you. Taking your face into my hands, I kissed you passionately as the hot water cascaded over us. Your knees weakened at the touch of our lips. Lowering myself to my knees, my hands glided down your body from your perky nipples to your throbbing clit.

“Oooo…” you moaned as my tongue tap danced on your moist walls. “Oh Baby!”

Hiking your right leg over my left shoulder, you position yourself to allow my entry into your pleasure zone. Ferociously, I sucked your juices free from captivity to the sound of your gasps and screams of passion. As the water began to lose heat, I was just getting warmed up. Rising to a standing position, I commanded, “Go to bed.”

Without question or hesitation, you followed my orders, scampering out of the bathroom, grabbing a towel to dry yourself. Following behind you, I walk straight over to the queen size bed, stopping at the foot. You dabbed me dry with the towel, kissing me here and there.

Once I’m sufficiently free of all liquids outside my body, I needed to replenish my inner fluids. Before I could turn to step toward your kitchen, you turned me around to kiss you.

“Thank you, Baby. I needed that!” you giggled.

Smirking, I said, “Who doesn’t need a little head to help them go to sleep? Need anything from the kitchen?”

“Just you,” you winked before bouncing Tigger-style into the bed.

Shaking my head at your goofiness, I exited the bedroom to retrieve a beverage for myself. Standing naked in the middle of your kitchen, I could hear my cellphone ring in your bedroom. Never one to hide what I’m doing, I didn’t rush back to answer the call. As I returned to your bedroom, I heard the last notes of my Love’s ringtone from her third phone call. Sauntering over to my side of the bed, I anticipated your interrogation as I checked my messages. I double checked my phone to make sure my alarm was set before I slid under the sheets behind you.

“Was that Cynda?” you asked tentatively as I spooned you.

“Yes. I forgot to let her know that I arrived here safely. She said to tell you she’s sorry if she interrupted us,” I replied, relaying my text conversation. “I turned the ringer down so we shouldn’t be disturbed again.”

Tensing up in my arms, you asked, “Are you staying all night?”

“Are you kicking me out?” I replied nonchalantly.

“No!” you exclaimed as you turned your body to face me. “I want to wake up in your arms!”

“You know I have my meeting in the morning,” I reminded you. “I’ll be gone before you wake up.”

“Can I persuade you to be late?” you asked as you kiss my lips, neck, nipples, and torso.

Laying on my back, I enjoyed your attention to the details of my body.