Breathing of uncertainty, desires and unspoken regrets whispered within the walls
Three lovers lay, awake, minds flooded with the what coulds and the should have beens.
He was both of ours.
Mine of then and hers for now.
My desire to have him, the way we had meant to be ached deep, with a heating passion that threw me into a searing anger.
I knew it was hurting him, more so then ever before.
He made his choice.
The life of lover's perfection was shattered years before.
We just remained to be the unusable drug craved to the ends of sanity for two addicts.
His new lover lay, frozen.
He would be forever the one thing I will never have again.
But not her.
I could take her, overcome her.
I could bring her to levels of ecstasy that written word could not even stir her imagination.
I reached for the straps of her cotton tank, twisting them around her outstretched arms as I pulled the covering off of her.
The blackened moonlight left no colour for my eyes to view.
Her tied wrists and exposed breast surreally presented in an explosion of vintage black and grays. No purity for white. Just sin of hazed grays slipping into the denial of their own blackness.
Before she could utter even a gasp,
I devoured her mouth.
Sucked each breath,
Every drop of hot moist attempts of grunted expression, I sucked from within her.
Our shared lover grasped for me.
This was not for him.
I denied him every touch,
every precious figment of pleasure he could not be part of.
Only to bare witness, watch his past haunt like a ravaging disease taking hold of his present.
He knew.
As I forced his delicious mouth from my ear,
his soul whispered that he knew.
I grasped her breasts, causing her back to arch pushing them closer to me.
I withdrew my mouth from hers, and filled it with her nipple biting down.
Just enough pain.
She had now succumbed.
My fingers slipped between her legs.
I took my one hand and spread her apart, while the other hand glided two fingers deep within her.
An explosion of saturation quaked from deep and pooled down my hand.
I placed my lips back upon hers to taste her pleasure as I slid my fingers from her quivering heat.
Devouring the last of her moaning exhales I took my hand dripping of her nectar,
and washed it across my ancient lovers mouth.
He had sat and obeyed to my unspoken order of being removed from this moment of torturous pleasure.
I was done.
I simply rolled onto my side to now drift into the time between times.
Just as it overcame, my present lover entered the room, stirred me and left.
I arose from their bed, and made my way up the stairs.
My husband lay in our bed, as I crawled into it.
I slipped my panties off and climbed onto him,
Placed his hardness inside of me…
After his burst of orgasm saturated deep inside of me,
I remained celibate for a year.
