On My Way To The Airport

I’m reminiscing about that time I was on my way to the airport thinking about my time in Paris and those beautiful beaches...

Nothing could get me down; not the 10 degrees below zero that felt like 50 degrees below in my jalopy, nor the fact that I would leave ‘Him’ in a tow away zone because I do not have the money to park. I wasn't sure if I was returning anyway..

He had given me some of the best rides of my life and rocked my world. I saw my reflection through his eyes.

Everything has a season..

He warmed my ass and allowed me to lean back and relax while holding me with his strong body.

Yes, mam!

My 22 year old car had been gracious to me. I traveled to more places, seen my own reflection through his eyes and learned what orgasmic living could be.

I look back as I exit him. Tears flow, but I know our season is over. 

I looked out at the water and I barely saw it as I look at the chocolate drops to my left and my right. It is so many of them!  I chuckle and think I can have them all, but I have to start with one.

That task was taken out of my hands when a caramel brother made eye contact with me...

His gaze felt like a warm touch of wind..like a decadent breeze had brushed against me...

He glided over to me.

At least it felt that way.

One minute he was standing afar and the next, right beside me. He tells me his name is Todd.

He must have seen my smirk as I think in my head "now what kind of name is that for a melanated man?'.

He seems to read my thoughts and says, “My name is fuck your brains out” before he laughs and says “My friends call me Dominique, but you can call me whatever you like as long as I can spend time with you.” 

Dominique asks if I would like something to drink and I say “water with lemon.”

I thought he was going to give me a smart comeback like a virgin for a virgin, but he did not.

When he returned, he had two waters with lemons. Of course, I wondered what his deal was. He drinks wine, but it wasn’t a necessity for him.

We spend the next couple of hours laughing and talking. He has me in stitches as he talks about the pranks he and his brother played on each other.

He asks me my story. I was trying to think of something to say when he said  "just be you..".

By that time, we had laughed, talked all day, played in the water and slept.

Foreplay of such an intimate nature had been exacted upon mind, heart, body, and soul. Each had been penetrated. 

We agreed to meet for dinner after which we decided to take a walk on the beach. My body was humming from earlier, and Dominique was in tune with it playing his own instrument.

We stopped at the beach.

 As he looked at me at questioned if he could kiss me, I could feel his imprint in my hand. I nodded yes. He understood my yes surpassed a kiss. He looked again to inquire if I was sure. I said yes, but did not recognize my own voice. I began to clear it. He laid his coat down and undressed me under the moon then himself. He played my body with his lips like it was a flute. By the time he kissed down my stomach and blew between the apex of my thighs, I climaxed so hard. He asked me if I was ok, and I said yes.

Hell no, I am not ok. 

I straddled him; sensitive but determined to bring him the joy he brought to me through his touch and his voice. As I rode him with my two yoni eggs inside of me, I used the art of clutching him so tight he may as well had been with a virgin.

His sounds where so sacred that the night and the ocean stood still to pay homage to the man and woman lying before them.

I spoke into his soul in silence chanting words of power, sensual words and words of praises while gazing into his eyes. Later, he told me his soul felt like it was taking flight.

That was 5 years ago...

My husband is feeding me chocolate while rubbing my feet saying “Tresa to earth.” I sit up and realize I am more in love with this man than ever before. I am a worshiped woman.