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Passion

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I miss how he used to make love to me. He would show up for the weekend, and ten minutes into his visit, we were wrapped in each other’s arms making our love deeper and deeper with every kiss. His long, smooth hands would caress my body as if it was the last time he would ever touch me. He was so smooth, and passionate. Like he was jealous of our distance, and the fact that I belonged to someone else.

One day, he looked into my eyes and it was like my clothes melted off me. Like there was some kind of magic that just drew our bodies together so close together it was as though we were each other’s skin. It felt wrong, for cheating on my man, but it was so right because I knew that he loved me. So much so, that one day he put a diamond ring on my finger. That , however is another story is for another day.

His lips were soft, and full. Like dripping cherries. He held me as though it was the last time he would ever hold me. Like his truck would be taken away, and the distance would get the best of us. One day it did.. He married someone else, and so did I. His eyes stared right through me. His almond shaped hazel eyes. He loved me, I could feel it with every stroke of his manhood. Those nights my screams were raw, and deep. Nails were dug firmly into his back as he mounted me and stayed there, deeper and deeper. His hands desperately gripping my shoulders pulling me closer to him while his dick burned inside of me over and over. His ten inches tortured my very soul over and over. In and out, in and out. He owned me with every passionate luscious second. 

Sweat dripping down my shoulders, falling down the small of my back. His smooth voice whispering in my ear ” You are mine”. I used to get chills through my body every time I heard his voice. When he said it, I believed it. I really was his. So many positions over the passionate hours. Me on top, our bodies rubbing up against each other. His hands on my hips, longing for me to go deeper and deeper into his existence. “Mine”, he would say as he looked at my body girating on top of him, in and out, up and down. My breasts, full and thick, longing for his big juicy tongue. I was addicted to his tongue and how it would eat my womanhood. It would vibrate inside of me. At times, he would hum inside of my wet, deep, huge vig.

My hands would play with his thick wavy hair and pull his head closer to me while he would indulge in me. I like it. I liked it alot. His muscles would tense up and release as my body enjoyed it. I knew my roommates knew I was having an affair. Every time he and I would leave the bedroom the glow of our skin would give it away. He taught me how to release my inhibitions. Orgasms like what we experienced came only once in a lifetime. I remember one time he took me over the edge of the bed, ripped my clothes off and spread my legs and taught me something. I can enjoy sex too. I can still see his eyes looking deep inside of me whispering to me to just let go off my inhibitions and just let it out. As he pumped me, it felt tighter and tighter. He kept getting bigger and bigger inside of me, hitting every spot that made me feel anything. All of a sudden, I got a warm feeling between my legs, somewhere between extreme heat and a really hard urge to pee. I told him how I felt, and he told me to let it go and enjoy it. It was an orgasm. Since then, that is how I have wanted to feel when I am being made love to. I often think of him and his love making when I am in the throws of passion.. He had the greatest passion for me. I would have married him…..

Madness

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Madness.. Why do you torture me? I feel you all over my skin. In my soul. Who do you think you are telling me what to do and who to be? Like a jigsaw puzzle I fall apart and put myself back together to survive. Even when I am completely surrounded, my demons follow me, drive me to live and breathe the way I do.

I long to be.. I long to be so much in so little times. Sometimes I wonder if there is time for it all. But I know I will be..A friend of mine wants me to be..with him despite my convictions and commitments..an affair. These are elements that he presents to me on a daily basis with such vivid matter that there are times I am not sure how to respond… It’s almost like he is working through a delusional realm that binds us in insanity. It rattles me emotionally, physically, mentally. Nothing compares to an imagination of this caliber.

It’s insane I know. Like wanting to posses something that you can just tell that you will never be able to have. Your skin throbs, burns. Your mind wonders day and night about what is out there, what else can you do with yourself to not slowly go insane from longing.. I can tell this is a rage. A rage that makes me forget of my own heart, of days gone by.. Like a green chilli, hot but dreafully full of taste.

The both of them love me, but it seems like I want more. Why do I want more?..

Jealousy

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Jealousy is typically defined as an emotion that is formed from negative thoughts and feelings of fear, insecurity and anxiety over an anticipated loss of something that a person values, particularly in reference to a human connection… My goodness that is exhausting sometimes, isn’t it?

Dolores had sex with her husband yesterday, and it was good. Jacob wasn’t too happy to find this out through the grapevine. He has always thought of Dolores as his, and only his,… Only God know what he went through yesterday as the day progressed. All Dolores knows is that her phone did not stop ringing or receiving text messages all day from him… He was pretty bent out of shape. His feelings of betrayal from Dolores’ husband Craig were felt across the counties that separated them. So much so that Dolores did not get an I love you from him by the end of the night,. She just got one of those I will talk to you later type of messages. … She wonders what she did that was so wrong? They both love her, but there was no excuse for Jake’s behavior although she likes the attention…But how far did he really have to go to get her attention

Every Moment Counts

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Every morning at 5am, I send my husband off to work. Much like every other wife I don’t know what is going to happen from day to day. Will he be safe? Will the day be productive? All in all these are things that I obsess over as some might say. The truth is that I am very focused when it comes to time and what it does to every day life. Is there enough time to do what we want to, have to, or even to live in the moments in between those times? Only time will tell…

Last night was one of those occasions. He comes in, doesn’t even kiss me hello, and goes directly into bed and accuses me for “having put a guilt trip on him into kissing me” while he is briefly awake. So then, I stay up half the night, because believe me at this time it’s all I can sleep, thinking about how our lives have changed over the past eight years. I love my husband and I would never be as foolish as to think that our marriage was changing on the account of one kiss. But your mind tends to wonder when you spend a lot of time alone with your thoughts while everyone that you know is out there having a life while you are sitting at home and your partner only spends about an hour with you per day. From what we have all come to accept, society has lead us to think that a kiss can make or break a relationship, and yes ladies and gentlemen, I was in that place last night. Lately, we have spent so little time together on account of his schedule that I really am starting to get the impression that our marriage is changing. That based on something as simple and yet as complex as time that our lifetime commitment was and or is fading. For hours, I went around steamed thinking that our relationship had changed because my husband had not pressed his lips yup against mine for any amount of time. I talked to friends as the night went on about what this may mean. Was he still in love with me? Had his mind changed? Come to find out, he had a cold that he had contracted from a child that was riding in the back seat and coughing as they traveled. Here is my question though.. Would it had killed him to tell me that? Is communicating really that painful?

Love

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On our wedding day, a very wise man named Orlando told me that at the end of the day, brothers and sisters move on, parents die, and friends have other interests. You and your husband, each other is all you have. You know, he is a very wise man. Each other is all we have. And over the past 8 years or so, my husband and I, we have held tightly onto each other no matter what. I love him.. that is all I know. I find myself, even as angry as I get at our situation and his schedule, taking care of everything I possibly can so that he doesn’t have to worry about anything extra and focus on his six day a week, twelve hour a day job. Does that seem like love, or like I’m trying to prevent conflict..?

Options

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We all have options. The option to get up in the morning or to push the snooze button, to go to work, to stay faithful,to draw breath. My best friend since high school is going through a really hard time because of the nature of his options. You see, he is in love. He is also the type of guy in “high demand”. He is sweet, handsome, hard working, balanced, and has a lot to offer in many ways. The problem, or issue depending on how you look at it is that he is in love with someone who is not available,  literally…. She is married. Some may automatically gasp at the thought, but I think it’s sweet from the stand point that he won’t let anything , even the fact that someone is unavailable on the account of  marriage not teach him the meaning of love. Don’t get me wrong,  I am not promoting infidelity, I just think his way of going about it is sweet, He’s her lobster….

I guess I have some explaining to do, at least about the whole lobster thing. Once a lobster finds a mate, they are together for the remainder of their days, so I’ve been told. Many species in the animal kingdom follow this practice, and so do some humans. Well, this is what I have seen my friend do, he has found his lobster. To better understand this, we will give these lobsters names.  Let’s call him Andy and her Angel. Those two have been at each other’s radar for over 17 years. They’re there for each other, they flirt with each other, and then they somehow end up with other people. Well, all of this took a different turn when about 9 years ago, Angel showed up to Andy’s hospital bedside with another man. This was a man that Angel had mentioned to Andy several times over the phone, but had never presented in front of him until his heart was in trouble and he ended up in the hospital. It made things complicated. At the time that this happened, Angel and her now husband Craig were just testing the waters to see if things would work as they had only known each other for a few weeks at the time. Andy knew that this was not just a guy for Angel because he could see it in Craig’s eyes that he loved her. Maybe he hadn’t told her, but he knew he loved her. There only problem that day was that Craig could see it in Andy’s eyes that he loved her too. For this reason, each of them paid extra attention to her in any way they could. Their stares towards her were a little longer, their hugs were a little tighter and they would each in their own way sit a little closer when they had the chance.  The three of them til this day act as if their lives came from a scene from Twilight.

 

Angel loves them both. Each with a passion that only belongs to them separately and their individual circumstances. She loves Craig because even though as silly as he may act sometimes, he would never give up what they have. On the other hand Angel loves Andy because he has always been there, and the sheer principle that there is nothing that he wouldn’t do for her… even if it meant  that his whole world would change. So, if your options were open, what would you do?