Eri: Until

I was okay until I saw her message on Myspace, exactly one week ago. What the fuck? Just my luck. She’s going to try to ease in again. Then the crying will begin once again. But no! I’m stronger now. I’ve moved on. I’m not responding.

I was okay until my doorbell rang at 12:06am. “What the fuck!” I said once again. “Who is it? Who is it?” No answer. Shit I’m not opening. Silence. I crack the door open. Scared now because I got bum rushed.

“You…”

I was okay until she hugged me and cried. Apologized, and said she realized that she was living a lie. That she loved me and wanted me. Fuck.

I was okay until I sat in my hall and asked her to close the door behind her. It was cold. But now I was close enough. The door no longer blocked our bodies. Just open space. Open stares, glances, and silence.

I was okay until she grabbed me, readjusted her fitted, and I saw her. Really looked at her. I could smell the liquor on her breath and asked her if she had been drinking. “Yup! Southern Comfort 100 proof. I needed air and the first person I thought of was you. I try to forget about you. I try to get over you. And I can’t. I fucking love you and I hate it.” She was crying. “What if I had company?” I ask. “But you don’t.”

I was okay until I asked her to come upstairs. She was bawling. Exposing her deepest darkest secrets. She needed me. It didn’t matter that she had a hickey on her neck. It didn’t matter that she reeked of an unfamiliar female scent. So had I. So did I. Actually.

I was okay until I saw her staring at my ass as I walked up the steps. I acted like I didn’t see it, but did. But so what? I’m just going to be a friend and listen anyway.

I was okay until I stood up and she grabbed me and we started dancing to a music video like we used to when we were together. When she lived here. We danced too seductively and I quickly ran to the bathroom. Fleeing the lust in my body. She has a girl, a whole girlfriend. I have my girls, femmes; I fuck them as I please. I don’t need her liquid heaven any longer.

I was okay until she followed me into the bathroom and got so close I felt her warmth. She asked me to kiss her and I protested. She demanded it. Muah. “Fuck outta here, kiss me for real!” And I did. Tongue, lips, wet, slurps, and passion. Mmmmm. We kissed.

I was okay until my body met hers and our hands went wild. Grabbing and clutching at each other carnally. Then she politely asked to eat my pussy and I laughed. “Don’t front you know you fucking miss me.” She still had to curse all the time. Smh. But this time I missed it, it made me smile and I asked why.

I was okay until she said she missed its warmth, sweetness, taste and scent. She missed me moaning her name, screaming her government, nickname, daddy, and baby all at once. I must admit I missed it too. No one could make my body react like she did. No one. So I obliged to her oral fixation and my addiction to her. I went in my room, turned off the lights, got naked, and laid in my bed.

I was still okay. I thought. Until her naked body met mine. We kissed. She kissed over where she had kissed me. I kissed over where she had kissed her. But better. We belonged together. Our bodies were made for one another.

No more untils. I surrendered. I sated my insatiable desires and satisfied her and allowed her to satisfy me. I opened up, took her from her girl, and committed suicide all at once. All my healing and progress as a writer and poet gone. For this moment. For my fix. The reason why my heart bled once upon a time.

I made her climax, orgasm, cum in less than 10 minutes. No one could make her bust like me. And I took my time. ☺ If I hadn’t it would have taken a whole 2 seconds. Killer head. Best she ever had. Panty droppa. Pussy monster. Royal swagg. Just to name a few of my names. ☺. She moaned and screamed my name louder than ever before.

Then it was my turn. I had already cum when she insisted that her clit meet mine. Like good old times. And OH MY GOD it was DEEEEEEEEE-VINE! Girl! Lol. Anyway. I know how she gets down when she goes down so I braced myself.

She inhaled deeply in between my legs. I was like “Ewww, stop!” “Shut up. This is my pussy. Mmmmm.” She inhaled again and moaned deeply in her throat. I could have came from that alone. She made me orgasm, cum, spaz, and cry sobs of pleasure in less than ten minutes as well. Damn. She cried too. Crawled on top of me and we slept.

This shall last until…

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Eri, I was born in Caguas, Puerto Rico, raised in Orlando, Florida and have been in Philadelphia since 1999 . I am a registered nurse and currently a graduate student pursuing ano. My passions are nursing, writing, poetry, art, enriching our youth and tattoos. I have 16 thus far. Enjoy…