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Real World be Damned

What a horrid day. She walked the cold streets leading to her loft tired and beaten, feeling like it would have been best if she’d just stayed home, preferably in bed, and avoided the real world altogether.

Her boss had “lost it” in frustration over a project that had been stonewalled for political reasons and decided to take it out on her bandying about statements like “I can’t do everything you know” and “I am surrounded by idiots!” making her feel like she wasn’t pulling her weight, when she knew perfectly well she was. She had spent the day tip toeing around trying to either avoid him, or in some cases just deliver early on some smaller projects just to prove him wrong. In the end all she had managed to do was exhaust herself.

Then, the ex called and made a statement along the lines of them not seeing each other enough. Adding that he wanted to discuss where their relationship was going. A part of her didn’t understand the statement at all. No time to talk about us … what us? She had moved on and it was relatively obvious that they were headed for divorce. She couldn’t understand why this needed further discussion but hated that there was some veiled passive aggressive attempt to making her feel guilty. She had wondered if perhaps a lawyer might need to get involved sooner rather than later. She felt a pang of insensitivity towards the entire state of affairs. In all fairness to the man, he’d not seen this coming. That in itself was a massive issue between them, he had felt side swiped and she did regret that. She was also angry that he hadn’t heard her all those years when things could still be saved. Yes, she hated the entire thing. Good or bad – a loss was a loss. It was painful. For both of them.

As if that wasn’t enough, a cousin decided to finally vent a frustration that had been building up for years. The perspective had been totally different from hers. Although she could admit to some of the faults he had found in her behavior, his statements were over arching and unfair, so much so that she had fought back tears. Why did people feel that it was ok to vent via e-mail during work hours?

But who was she kidding? She’d done the same thing so many times. She supposed it was the entire captive audience approach. She made a mental note not to conduct herself that way in the future, as she kicked off her high heels and walked into the loft. Leaving behind her a trail of work garb she finally flopped down on the bed, indulging in a little self pity.

She had texted her Love to let him know. Giving him her emotional reaction as each event occurred. She felt terrible disturbing him. His high profile job was hard enough on him without some emotional girlfriend interrupting his day. Yet, she knew he’d be more offended if she didn’t. He had simply replied that she was obviously having a bad day, and that he was there for her if she needed him, for as long as she needed him. Wonderfully he did not offer to “fix” anything – only to be there – her strong shoulder to lean on. He had called to re-enforce the sentiment verbally and had met up with her for an afternoon coffee so she could vent a little.

She smiled. She admitted to herself that she did need him. Yes, she needed him and that was alright. She wasn‘t going to pretend to be tougher than she was. She wasn‘t going to pull some “feminist“ move and try dealing with it all on her own. No. She waited patiently for him to arrive, knowing that the moment his arms wrapped around her she’d feel safe and loved once again. She knew she had her failings, but somehow, his ability to see her faults and abnormalities as intriguing made life all the sweeter. She was strong, but with him she could break down, cry if need be and let her emotions loose. He was her safe haven.

She heard his unique footsteps in the hallway before the metal click of the keys in the door. Quietly he entered and put his things down, removed his shoes and without further delay came to find her on the bed. His face appropriately somber, he sat next to her and put his hand on hers. The floodgates opened and tears took over. Scooping her up like a child in his arms, he held her then. With him, and him alone, she wasn’t embarrassed to cry.

“Let it out love” were the only words he ushered. She did. After what seemed like forever but was likely only a few minutes he playfully swatted her bare ass.

“Now … what shall I make us for dinner – you hungry?”

She smiled. Damn she was lucky. He had likely had a long and grueling day – yet he was going to make them dinner and he had this habit of going about doing that in just his jeans or nothing at all. A habit she had no intention of breaking him from.

He started stripping off his work clothes. She stared at his body. The contours so familiar to her. Things about him she found unique and pleasing to her personal sense of esthetics. Not to mention comforting. He went to pull on his jeans when a whimper escaped her lips. He froze and looked at her … All she could do was, in a child like gesture, put out both arms and open and close her fists in a “I want I want” motion. He laughed and tossing his jeans aside, launched himself onto the bed with her.

She giggled as he tickled her, and his hands started their magnetic dance.

“That’s my resilient girl” he said with affection a half laugh still caught in his throat. One hand found a soft spot and the other tickled her side catching her in two places, one melting into him, the other squealing. Caught between woman and child.

His mouth silenced her. His soft and lush lips an unfailing pacifier. His hand lightly smoothed across the curves of her ass, and brought his fingers into hungry contact with the already flowing juices of her lower lips. She gasped and held his cock tightly as he kissed her neck. Her clit stood at attention, and he lightly pinched it.

She pushed forward driving her crotch against his cock, trying to mount the high-reaching shaft. She wanted to get lost, escape from it all, have her world reduced to this one space, filled with only him, and their intimacy. To have her universe pin pointed to one small spot of pure pleasure.

He pushed his cock-head into her slippery cunt. At first the hole resisted, then responded to give way, her body became erratic and started to wiggle under the pleasurable fill of his manhood. The wild abandon continued with feverish elevations until her legs tightened, she gasped for air, her fingers dug deeply into his flesh, pulling and urging his ass and thus him in deeper. Her cunt began to grip and spasm along the length of his driving hardness.

The feeling was more than he could handle, the burden of his semen threatened to pump out into the channels. He moaned as his deeply-imbedded cock grew hotter and finally they met, in a frenzy of mutually pleasurable climaxes.

A light grin on her face, she watched him clean up the “mess” and finally pull on his jeans. She felt better and was ready to dose off when her tummy grumbled in a most un-lady like way.

“So about dinner…”

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March 21, 2010 - Posted by | Beauty, romance, Sensual | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

14 Comments »

  1. If that was really one of your days last week, my sympathies.

    If that was how the rough edges got smoothed out, my congratulations (to you) and my deep respect (to your Love).

    Comment by smokedawg | March 21, 2010 | Reply

    • Smokedawg … yes this was very autobiographical. Some days … I shall pass on the message to lover! I don’t usually use the blog this way – but sometimes … sometimes it’s fun to use the “dear diary” approach. Seeing that with your blog.

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | March 22, 2010 | Reply

  2. I should probably have read this during day light, rather than at nearly 4 a.m., because when I got to the photo of the nude male “preparing” dinner I almost fell off my chair! I have never cooked naked but I have never had a woman around to intice me.

    The sexual imagery, as usual, is saucy and hot and there is humor in the telling.

    Too late for dinner, too early for breakfast, I guess I’ll have to fast until the next gourment meal is served, dearest Fantasia. Don’t wait too long; I’m hungry now!

    Comment by Henry B. Rosenbush | March 22, 2010 | Reply

    • Hen!! you don’t need anyone to do it … it’s liberating! Always make time for happy naked time! Kids know it instinctively – as adults we forget. There is such freedom in nudity, freedom that isn’t even sexual.

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | March 22, 2010 | Reply

  3. At first my opening resisted him, and then I let him slip into me. How did you know it happened just like that!

    Secretia

    Comment by Secretia | March 22, 2010 | Reply

    • Oh … I don’t know … experience? *grin*
      Glad you stopped in!

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | March 22, 2010 | Reply

  4. Oil has uses other than salad…FYI obviously it wasn’t needed in this case?
    Nice story

    Comment by siranneal | March 22, 2010 | Reply

  5. Oh what a day! And a wonderful ending. Everything seems better when the person you love with everything you are, makes love to you. Added bonus…big appetite afterward! 🙂 Loved the story…hope the dinner was good. 😉

    Comment by Silia | March 23, 2010 | Reply

    • Silia, thank you! Funny – this story was one of those “meh … don’t love it but will post it anyway” creations.
      Dinner is always good when you have the right companion and ingredients! I’m SURE you know that!? right Thorn???

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | March 24, 2010 | Reply

  6. I love Happy Naked Time! You are one of the lucky ones..someone who understands you, and is willing to put your needs first, especially after a day like that. One of the reasons why I continue to return to read your stuff is because I, and the rest of your fans, can identify with them. You write wonderfully erotic tales, but your best stuff is stories like this.
    It’s always better to have dessert first *grin*

    Comment by megawfa79 | March 25, 2010 | Reply

    • So you like the “dear diary” stories … interesting!

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | March 25, 2010 | Reply

      • Not necessarily. All your stories have a deep emotional base. Even stories, such as “Playing With FIre” deal with taboo issues, like submission or domination. Most men have difficulty dealing with these emotions and keep their desires under wraps. I like reading these stories because they take me to places I don’t usually go, but they fascinate me.

        Comment by megawfa79 | March 26, 2010

      • Fascinate? oh well … now I am honored.

        Comment by Fantasia Lillith | March 29, 2010


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