anniversary - 1
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anniversary, part 1

i’m sitting up in bed, watching the headlights from a passing car outside throw weird, fleeting shadows across the ceiling. i exhale lightly, and a long, wispy stream of smoke dribbles from my lips. i take pleasure in this rare indulgence. smoking is something i normally only enjoy under two circumstances: when i’m drinking, or after making love. jodie shifts a little in her sleep, her back to me. her skin, warm from being under the covers, presses softly against my leg. the only sounds come from the tick of the clock in the living room, and from the occasional street noise outside. i smoke and listen to the quiet and i close my eyes at the memory of all the noise and light that had filled our little bedroom.

when we came together only a couple of hours ago, it had been like trucks colliding. we had been frantic, insatiable, almost savage. we had used each other so roughly, so desperately, it was a wonder that the windows hadn’t shattered and the floor buckled from the sheer force of our lust. we had bitten and licked and caressed each other until our nerves were raw and tingling and our faces were mottled with exertion and desire.

it was a miracle, in fact, that we had made it home without getting into an accident. it had taken all my self-control to keep my eyes on the road and my fingers on the wheel while jodie masturbated both herself and me simultaneously. i discovered that having a beautiful, semi-naked woman touching herself in the passenger seat in full view of any passing truck or suv can prove to be a real distraction. i remember staring intently at the reflection of the headlights on the bumper of the car in front of us, as the movements of jodie’s hand between my legs brought me to the point of bursting. right there, in that moment, with jodie’s husky moans filling the car, i felt as if my fingers would melt right through the steering wheel. if it had started to rain in that moment, any drops that struck me would have sizzled and hissed and turned to steam.

i knew i was in trouble from the moment i walked into the bedroom earlier that evening as she was getting dressed for dinner. i had walked in just after she had put on her favorite skirt, the long black one with the slit. she was facing the mirror, and as she picked out a silky blouse from the dresser i admired as if for the first time the creamy expanse of her back, the hollow of her spine. you’re beautiful, i told her, because she was. and she had turned to face me, still topless, and smiled at me with those coffee colored eyes, and we nearly didn’t make it to the restaurant, because i wanted nothing more than to be naked and on the bed with her right then and there.

despite our inner struggle, however, we managed to finish getting dressed and on our way to the restaurant. you don’t celebrate your third anniversary every day. plus we had made the reservations weeks ago. jodie looked curvy and delicious in her skirt and tight black blouse, with enough skin showing to tantalize, but not so much as to cause a scandal. the weather was unseasonably warm for late fall, so we drove with the windows rolled down, holding hands and smiling at the evening air on our faces. just before we climbed out of the car, jodie brought my hand to her lips and kissed it. she ran her tongue against my fingers just long enough to send a shiver coursing through me.

i opened the door of the restaurant for her, and let my eyes linger on her hips as she walked in ahead of me. after all, if you can't leer at the love of your life, then who can you leer at?

part 2 coming soon

my e-mail address has changed once again. if you would like to get in touch (*w*) with me, send e-mail to chanter@dcemail.com

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