the Estranged one
Estranged from the one she loves. Cursed by her wretched, past associations.
Darkness, rough, clawing hands -grabbing flesh -their only Agenda: to satisfy their base emotions.
A hand constantly tugs at hers – out from the dark, away from these faceless haunters of hers, now theirs – a battle they now share.
This hand is different. It Brings her to the present – gallant and full of spirit. Thoughts don’t spiral now ,that his firm hands are exploring what he calls his divine pair .
Move right, move left, bite his neck , use your vulva walls to squeeze his penis.
Don’t overthink this. Allow your body to respond as natural as if you are indeed the mighty Goddess Venus.
‘Do you trust me ?’
Yes. I do.
She turns her back ,faces forwards, white shirt buttoned up to protect her neck, hands tied behind her back with a silk scarf –
not some silly boy scouts set.
Two well placed fingers on her neck ,apply pressure, stop her pulse -Distraction – she isn’t aroused but willing –
she just wants freedom and to forget.
Work for this moment.
Standing ,she entwines both legs around his torso.
She grinds on his concealed cock, feral, non performing in style , an aura lights up around them
– look at how they glow.
She wants to feel this.
She wants to feel. Lose herself in the moment
– not wonder if she is doing it wrong.
Two speeding hearts.
Two scents of merged sweat.
Too much expectation -she feels the ghosts of past, hum a sinister
-well remembered song.
He unties her.
He has got a better plan.
‘I love you’ , says he. ‘Trust me.’
He tells her to lie on the bed and she does as he bids.
Fingers explore every part -deep inside her , the surface of her walls, her clitoris – he’s trying to find her G spot –
the Agenda is clearly not to breed a bunch of of kids.
She closes her eyes, tries to drift off. Don’t think -just feel- get past the urge to scream stop and run to empty an imaginary full bladder.’
‘Look at me,’ says he. Her eyes flicker open. She hears her breathe , her muscles relax, her legs no longer tense.
She looks into his eyes, tumbles in with a depth and an alluring candour.
There is a break through – no fire works but a result. A triumph of sorts. She didn’t lose herself to forget.
Stars turn out ,wink at her, applauding her ability to mentally let go, without feeling like she has hung herself –
missed one letter from the alphabet.
She pulls him close to her – whispers-
‘what is in this for you? I didn’t get a chance to fulfil your needs -cut you off – stopped you in your tracks . Call me Goddess Asphyxiate’
He kisses her and smiles.
‘I think we have moved forward . I get great pleasure in being the one , I feel I have earned my title to stand beside you as your King , all I asked was for your trust and for this reason I was able to conciliate.
Posted on Aug 2, 2016, in STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS COLLECTION and tagged Emotions, Love, STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS COLLECTION, Trust, Vocabulary, word of the day, Writing challenges. Bookmark the permalink. 40 Comments.