I tell him my head hurts, that the dull ache is crushing my capacity to listen to him ramble, he’s been on the phone all morning, breakfast going cold, and my appetite dwindling. He keeps talking, when I wish he wouldn’t. I excuse myself, search the pantry for aspirin and head out the front door.
How can the busy street have more serenity than the inside of my own home. I breathe deeply, absorbing the cold air, and close my eyes, laying my head against the outside wall. My memory starts rewinding, starts playing different moments from our life together. I can feel my lips giggle, feel my body relax. It’s the smallest things he does that has me laughing, the little moments, or when he laughs because I’m laughing, or trying to flirt with him.
There’s warmth, there’s a tenderness between us, but there’s also a great burning. It’s always bubbling to the front, the way he holds my hips for no reason, the way he looks at me, the way i look at him. The butterflies that fill my chest only to turn into a fevered desire.
This morning as he awoke me, with his body flooding mine. Last night with his groans of appreciation as my ass felt his seed. The very first kiss he gave me as we stood on the very beach in front of my eyes. The first time we came together and his soul infused with my blood stream. The first time he showered me and my toothpaste landed on his feet, yet he leaned down and kissed me.
My first spanking, real spanking because I didn’t listen, because he needed to take me and mark me, to show me I was his. The first time I crawled to him and sucked his soul, proving I can take him, gag on him, drinking him so that no other woman could have him. The way he holds me at night curled under his chin, sated and ready for him.
The sweetness of his kiss, even before I came outside, the reassurance, even though his seed still is fresh in me from early morning. I rise, gather my senses and walk back inside.
He stands shirtless, and opens his arms, I fall inside his embrace, he kisses my forehead. Holds me.
“Let’s get you naked again babygirl.” I giggle, he grabs my ass, spanking it. Kissing my neck, walking us backwards to the kitchen.
softly-transcending 