Moving away always helps, doesn’t it? You leave a life behind to start a new one. Moving away eventually motivates one to move on – on and away from someone so close you never really thought about having to live without them. Tough days these. I lie wide awake at nights, barely even blinking my eyes and lost in the echoes of my past.
Insomnia has its pros if you think about it. You could lie next to someone, all night, running your fingers all over them and watch them respond.
That’s one way of getting to know each other and in no time you develop a fascination towards watching. Goosebumps emerge as you touch the more sensitive portions of her skin. God! That feeling.
She always hated wearing clothes after sex. “Feels like you are barring me away from feeling what’s rightfully mine”, she said. She knew of my craving for the touch of her skin. So she always slept naked.
She gets cold, so she instinctively started sleeping on her chest, pressing herself as close to me as possible. “You are always warm”, she says. That’s how she has been falling asleep every single night for the past 30 days, an insomniac, just like myself.
It was my second session and she kind of looked like a regular patient. “You’re here again. Don’t you have anything better to do in life?”. Puzzled at my second visit to the psychiatrist, she asked with deep concern in her voice.
Middle-aged woman, fair, my same height and housewife? I have always hated people who get too comfortable with me without even knowing the kind of person I am. Having had little to no sleep in the last 3 months, I was already undressing her in what I thought were my hallucinations.
Three more sessions and we were late-night pals. I knew all about her by now – a single woman who loves dogs and hates men.
One day, we were at her place, getting high on pot, talking about our ex-es and comparing notes. I was high and was horny, she was high and lonely.
So I kissed her, hard – harder than I wanted to. I bit her lower lip, not sure how it happened – I just did and she was visibly bleeding. I could sense the look in her eyes, no matter how dazed they appeared.
She gave me a stern look before walking into her bedroom. I knew where this was going. It was just too apparent from the way she responded to the kiss – especially to the pain from when I bit her.
It took me a while to collect myself and to decide whether or not to follow her. With every step I took forward, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and lust boiling in my groin.
She was there on her bed, covered in blankets while I slowly walked around her to the other side of the bed and lay beside her. I was facing her back and the only light in the house was from the blue LEDs we lit up in the hall before we started smoking.
I could feel the warmth of her body. Something was off and it became apparent the moment I lay my palm on her waist. She had already got rid of her clothes to make matters less awkward, I presume.
She had really soft skin and I could distinctly feel shivers running down her body the moment I touched her for the first time. I ran my fingers along her waist while I came closer until I was hugging her tightly.
While directing my hands towards her breasts, I managed to get a firm hold on the right one. She, as if trying to squeeze it even more, turned over almost on her chest now when I finally decided to clear it out with her. “You like it when it hurts, don’t you?” I whispered in her ear. She nodded, hiding her face in her pillow.
She was the submissive kind, so I turned her around, made her look me in the eye, came close and licked her bruised lip. And while doing that, I got hold of her hair and pulled them hard. She moaned and that was my queue.
I crushed her against my chest and kissed her all over her face and her neck. I kissed her ears and licked her neck. I bit her earlobes and I made her beg me to kiss her on her lips. I licked her all the way down to her boobs. She had really soft breasts and her nipples so sensitive that they were rock hard all along.
I came on top of her and while I was sucking on her breast, I forced to open her legs with my free hand. She hadn’t shaved in a while. She was nice warm and wet down there. It was tough, but I managed to slide one finger in and started finger fucking her.
She was fully wet and her pussy was inviting. So I got rid of my pants and positioned myself between her legs. One hard push and I was all in! She gasped in pain, I pulled out and rammed it back in with all of my strength. She let out a loud moan and I choked her.
She couldn’t breathe freely, I fucked her hard while choking her and then continued with long deep thrusts while she relaxed. That seemed to work. She was trying to stay longer without tapping on my hand, indicating that she needed to breathe. We had developed a language of our own.
I was about to cum when I asked her to get on top and ride me. She was good at it. She started grinding slow and smooth while I grabbed her ass and slapped her boobs. She came not long after she got on top and almost collapsed on me.
She was tired, but I was not done yet. I told her to go on her fours and I came from behind.
The sound of my crotch banging into her ass was making me hornier and my grip on her ass tightened as I was pounding her with all my might. Her curvy frame allowed me to sync up my thrusts and move her body as far as I needed so that I could come back with full force.
I enjoyed every bit of it before exploding all over her back.
She was still moaning under her breath when she came close, hugged me tightly and fell asleep. I think she was exhausted by what went down or maybe she just hadn’t had sex in a while. Or maybe it was just the pot or maybe the medicines kicked in because she was tired. Maybe I’ll ask her someday, but that night, it felt unnecessary.
So here I am, by her side, watching her sleep peacefully in my bed. Sometimes I wonder, what is it that women really want? It’s a cold night and it’s raining, the sound of little raindrops falling from the sky, music to my ears.
I’ve made myself a drink and I am now sitting in my balcony. Sundown by Gordon Lightfoot playing in the background. Where am I headed?
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