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What Not To Do

She watched him watching her, and she began to gather the implements that would make him hers.

At the beach, her eyes and fingers scoured the sand for the pink nacreous flash of shells. She plucked them up and looked them over carefully.

Once at home, she bore a tiny hole in the shell and put them in a large glass jar. There was one for every word, every breath, for every night he remained afraid to warm her limbs.

She observed him observing her, his face cloudy with curiosity and unspent desire, and she began to craft the very chain that would soon bind him to her.

She melted down all of her jewelry, the silver and the gold, and they mixed beautifully in the red-hot crucible. She fashioned the metal into wires and then cut it down into small lengths that she carefully bent into the links of a chain…there was one for every sigh, every day, for every pang of loneliness she suffered as she worked.

Soon he’ll be mine, she whispered as she worked. Soon.

For the chain, she made a delicate collar. It was lightweight and lovely, but the lock was sturdier than anything she could ever break with her bare hands. There was only one key, and she wore it around her neck.

She strung the shells over her downy bed, and they murmured and clicked with the slightest breeze or exhalation. Her bedroom was filled with the suggestive scent of saltwater.

All she needed now was the musk.

She was so absorbed in her project that he soon wondered whether she’d lost interest. Was another man stealing her away? What was that faraway look in her eye? Jealousy emboldened him and shook him from his lethargy.

Soon I’ll make her mine he whispered to himself as he watched her. Soon.

She could not wait any longer. She pulled on the chain attached to a ring at the corner of her bed as hard as she could, but it didn’t budge. She took off the key strung around her neck and put it on a table just inside her front door.

The door was unlocked, like it had always been.

She washed carefully, rubbed scented oil onto her naked body. Then she placed the collar around her neck and locked it. She laid back and her sighs made the pearly shells above her head click and sway.

She waited. She slept.

She was aroused from her slumber by strong hands parting her legs. Someone sucked and kissed the insides of her thighs. She buried her fingers in his hair as he parted her nether lips with his tongue and found her center.

He’s finally come for her!

She arched her back as his tongue slid inside her. His hands moved to her breasts and squeezed. He began to make love to her in the darkness —  the moon had hidden her face. His lips released her. He lifted himself and deeply sunk his cock inside her. As he leaned over her his longish straight hair tickled her neck.

His hair wasn’t long enough to tickle.

She was suddenly awake. She cried out in fear.

“Who are you?”

She tried to push the man away but he was strong and she was bound by a chain she herself had fashioned.

“I’ve been watching you for a while now, and seen you pining fruitlessly for a man who was too cowardly to walk through your door. I saw you gathering at the beach and observed you as you fashioned the collar and chain…”

His hands moved over her prone body, still slick with lustful sweat, and kissed her. She wanted to push him away, wanted to remain pure for the man she’d been waiting for, but his hands were warm, his kiss was deep and his cock surged inside her – and he was there. He coaxed her with every thrust and soon her rocking was like the rough seas. The key around his neck clicked on her collar.

The shells over their head clicked ominously. The bedroom door opened again. He stood at the threshold, the man she’d waited for so long, his face a mask of horror. She didn’t even bother to push the other man off, affirming his new ownership.

“What are you doing? I thought we had…” The man looked at her collar, then the key round the stranger’s neck. He pointed. “Who’s he?”

When the stranger moved to get up, she tucked his face into her breasts.

“Do you think my time is precious?” she asked. He took a step forward.

“Of course it is! Everything about you is precious. Everything.” He looked at her nakedness wistfully. Her eyes burned but she still wrapped her legs around the stranger. The man winced.

“Then why did you waste so much of it?” Her voice had gone cold. He looked confused.

“What? Wasted?” The stranger kissed her jaw and moved inside her. He took another step forward.

“Didn’t you see the way I looked at you? Read between every line, look deeper into every word. Do you think I treat all men like I treat you?” she asked.

He smiled sardonically and pointed at the man on top of her. A tear ran down her face and the stranger licked it off.

“I was afraid.” His voice was small.

“Afraid of what?” she asked.

“Of losing you. I wasn’t absolutely sure…” He shook his head briskly when her eyes narrowed. “No, it’s not what you think. I wasn’t sure that you wanted me.”

“Ah….” Her voice faded to nothing. He took another step forward.

“So, I suffered all that time because of your fear.”

“No, of course not…wait. Were you suffering?”

“Every single night. I waited for you…” The stranger stirred on top of her. He spoke.

“She did. I watched her. Every single night she’d unlock her door and look out her window, looking for your silhouette in the dark.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked. Her beautiful face screwed up with anger.

“So on top of preparing all this for you, I also had to tell you when and how to come for me?” She trembled with indignation. “All you had to do is come to me. I was already yours.”

Was?” He asked.

“Was,” she answered, already retreating back to her stranger.

“You said you’d wait forever for the right one.”

“The right one would not make me wait forever.”

“This is true,” The stranger said, then kissed her forehead. She kissed him while the other man watched, crestfallen.

“So this is it?” he asked.

“This is the way you wanted it, ” she said.

“Hell no! I’m in love with you.”

“They why the hell didn’t you say so?”

He was beaten.

“Your silence hurt,” she said. “It made me feel that I wasn’t enough to move you into action.”

“That’s not it at all! I just had a lot to lose.”

“If you’re speaking about me, you didn’t have anything yet. And that’s the way it’ll stay.” She hugged the stranger closer. “He came for me. He kissed away the cold of your silence from my limbs.” He reached out to her one last time, but she shook her head. “Forever’s too long to wait for a fool.”

After he walked out, the stranger wasn’t a stranger anymore and the key was his to keep.

About ximenawrites

I undulate in your vision A strange beauty in a world of plastic, collagen and steel The endearing oddball the living, breathing Picasso that you want to figure out but too afraid to venture into my penumbra you cower at the gate, fingering the knob on the door to my most secret place wishing you could find the courage to walk with me love me, just as I am

4 comments on “What Not To Do

  1. Paul
    September 24, 2011

    Ximena,
    beautifully crafted, not a wasted word.
    Do I detect a touch of bitterness.
    Warm hugs,
    Paul.

    • ximenawrites
      September 24, 2011

      Ha ha! Maybe a bit Paul…maybe a bit.

      It’s been a while, but this travesty happens to a lot of people at least once before they get wise. True love and fear simply don’t mix.

  2. Squeaky
    September 24, 2011

    You strike me speechless, Ximena. As Paul said, not a word wasted, yet so very, very much said. Forever is, indeed, too long to wait for a fool.
    Bravo. This fable is a shining jewel.
    XXX

  3. vanillamom
    September 26, 2011

    ohhhh…

    Ximena…i am breathless.

    This is tender, yet direct. Painful, yet delightful. Honest and sensual.

    i was moved to tears with this.

    simply, perfect.

    nilla

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