Days like today… coming home to you keeps me sane, because you don’t require sanity of me. There’s a moment where niceties, the expectations of the outside world, cling greedily, threatening to plaster over the storm in me, but when your eyes meet mine I know I don’t have to. You accept my tempest. More: you like it.
Days like today, the tension, pressure takes its sweet time builds, hour after hour, close and oppressive. So, dark and brooding I break on you. I want to – need to – tear away from the demons of the day and leave them out there. Escape. You are my way out.
I’m not recognizeable to anyone but you. Gruff, not wanting to talk about it, or anything else. All need, uncaged. I tell you to get naked for me – there in the entryway. Curt and ineloquent, watching you. Letting everything seethe and turn just into hunger. I tell you come here, take out my cock and suck it.
On a good day, a normal day, I could look at myself and ask ‘what the hell are you doing’? Days like today, there is no question or introspection, only holding your head to push all the way down your throat. Letting the pleasure of taking wash through with the constrictions of your swallowing.
Holding you there as you look up at me, eyes knowing, smoldering, I’m gone. I take a deep broken breath before I pull you up from me and shove you back against the wall, mouth to your lips, hand to your cunt to feel you wet, fuck you with my fingers as my tongue invades your mouth until we’re both making insensible sounds. Lift you up against the wall, push you against it with my body as my cock finds your cunt. Fuck you hard enough to knock pictures off the wall, detonating in you when I feel you shudder against and around me.
Days like today, it takes a long time for my brathing to come back to normal, my heart rate to slow, to shift from pushing against you to leaning on you – to pulling my head back and seeing you again. Your smile now, it is the most layered, most important thing in the world. Days like today, you save me.
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I had a day like that today, wish I could get a release from like in your story… reading about it is almost as good. …. Almost.
You have the innate ability to describe things in a way that makes me feel them too. Is it naughty to kind of hope my husband has a day like this? :)
Such a nicely balanced narrative on the discharge of the dark into the redemptive light of the eager partner… the one who not merely accepts but totally embraces all the colors of all the days… and moves the energies into perfect alignment. Well, well done.
I think my husband has had days like those. *grins*
I’d much prefer that to surly grumpiness, however, there always seems to be at least one child at home.
C. Dreamer
Oh, I have plenty of surly grumpiness. We’re all human, after all.