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Then I begin to imagine all the things he could do to my body. All the dark desires I swore to fulfill with him upon our next meeting.
Don't be afraid to state all your needs, Emily. I may not make all of them reality, but I promise to do the best I can,he said to me one night.
I wonder how he will respond to needs such as I have; it includes my sexual needs, or the need to love him without doubt.
No, I'll shake those thoughts away.
I'll struggle to reveal to him how much I have missed him and craved him. We work for the same restaurant, but it feels like we are worlds apart.
"I thought you wouldn't make it." He inhales and lifts a hand to my cheek. It feels warm, safe, and simple.
He exhales.
This is my life as it should be. I am satisfied to have a man like him.
"I am here now," I say out of breath. My nerves are ticking.I feel so cold inside.
He must read my mind again because he pulls me into a hug. It's like he acts according to my thoughts, or he does it out of duty; he knows the right thing to do at the right time.
When he pulls away, I know what follows next. A heartwarming kiss.
One that makes me discard all my dark desires and makes me agree that 'simple is just right for me'.
Carl
When I ask her to define love, the only thing she says is, "It can't be defined. All I know is I am always excited to be in your company. It's not just about sex. I love you."
For a moment there I think I am finally going to understand the concept of love and attraction from the lips ofTasha, the waitress at the bar.
She has abandoned her duties for the night to ogle me across the table.
My fingers are skimming the rim of the glass, and she mentions that she finds it incredibly sexy how silent I am even when she rants. She goes on to talk about the things she likes about me and how shecan't resist me even though she is married off to some boring nice guy in town.
All the while, I switch between paying attention to her and worrying about my Father'slegacy. At some point, Tasha blushes and tries to call off my attention on her face by shouting my name "Carl?!"
My silence is not an act to evoke sexual thoughts. I'd rather say that it's a habit of mine to show a lack of interest in talkative women. My attention span to their breed lasts only for two minutes tops, then my mind wanders off again to my past, my home, my family.
Tasha is a straight-out-of-the-womb hot brunette with bouncy tits and a nice ass.
I know her body like a geographer who understands his map. I know all the things that tick the box for her when it comes to her sexual inclinations. She keeps me company most of the time, but I have never allowed my interest in her to overwhelm her into thinking that I may be in love with her.
For this reason, I am surprised that Tasha,the waitress at the bar, is planninga future with me in her head.Fucking hilarious.
Our relationship holds no boundaries when it comes to sex, but she knows nothing about me even, except my name and my sexual preferences.
If it were possible, I would have made her sign a contract from the beginning, but I left that type of shit for fictional men. I state my needs right from the start, and I toss in a couple of reminders as things progress along the way.
"Will you take me to your home tonight? I am off my shift soon. We must not use a hotel, Carl." She winks at me and proceeds to lick a path on her bottom lip with her tongue.
If there is one feature of hers that I would want to keep forever with me, I'd pick her tongue.
It's pink, flexible, and pretty. Perfect.
My eyes narrow at the organ. The weapon of destruction she houses in her mouth.
I reach across the table and hand over a slice of lime to her.
She obeys without question. She giggles and takes it from me, sucking on the bitter fruit without any signs of distaste.
