The Argument

Greetings all! I have to place a disclaimer on this one. It's pretty full on erotica and a piece of fiction that should really be living on my other website, but I know a few of my Facebookers out there stop by KA so I thought post it regardless. 

This is simply something I wrote on the way home from work this evening and I haven't really had the time to proofread it, but I thought I'd post it raw - I hope you like it!

It wasn't a lecture worth having so he'd avoided talking to her all the way home. She had messed up and she knew it. He'd been fuming throughout the long ride and parked in the driveway jolting the handbrake in place. It made a satisfying crunch as the car, not having stopped completely, rocked forward and back a few times. He looked across at her. There were tears.

"I'm so sorry," she said, "you hate me, don't you?" She let go a sob and continued, "I disgust you don't I?"

"Of course you don't disgust me, you shouldn't say things like that."

He hated the way she assumed the worse; her family had planted that seed in her over the years. As confident and smart as she was there was still the sensitive little girl lingering deep inside. He leant over undid his seatbelt and touched her wet cheek. She turned away but he didn't stop and softly caressed the back of her neck. The sobs began to subside and her head found his thumb and palm, his touch was always soothing and warm. 

"Come on," he said. 

They got out the car and met each other in front of it. They didn't care if the neighbours saw. He kissed her on the lips, it was enough for her to part them and give him her tongue. One hand around her waist he pulled her closer and she pushed her pelvis towards him. He was hard within seconds and began leading her to the door. Keys in his free hand he fumbled around trying to find the lock still kissing her as she plunged a hand down his trousers and grabbed the bulge his dick was creating in his boxers. She was already pulling off her knickers before the door shut. 

The bedroom was upstairs and too far away, she wanted him and couldn't wait. Her hands undid his trousers and pulled them, including his briefs, around his legs making him stumble and fall knocking the telephone off the wall. It crashed to the floor he looked up at her standing over him not looking into his eyes but at his erection. Her tight outfit rode up her smooth thighs as she straddled him lowering herself, moaning as she felt him slide inside and fill her up. This was a better alternative to the argument they could have been having. 

She had embarrassed him in front of his folks, nothing too serious and they'd probably laugh about it in a week but, totally her fault and she needed to apologize. This was the best way, riding him the way he liked. He smiled when she lifted her dress further and produced her breasts, in his opinion they were perfect. She knew he loved her body and removed it totally, bra too.

They’d been together long enough now for her to know moving her pelvis in a scooping motion would send him soaring. His eyes focused on her chest which turned her on even more than having him inside her and she squeezed him hard and long barely moving her hips, letting him know he had no control whatsoever.

She was still angry at herself for telling the joke. In her head it sounded funny until she let it out across the dinner table. His brothers had laughed but their wives, his parents and aunt wore the same look of shock and embarrassment. She’d forgotten about the thing that she shouldn’t ever mention, she hadn’t done it on purpose, the joke had simply slipped out and it was purely dumb luck that it had anything to do with the ‘Evans Family Secret’. They’d left shortly after. He’d driven the forty five minutes in silence and she had tried her best to fight back the tears. Sorry wasn’t good enough; the only thing that would get through to him right now was complete domination. They could talk later.

His hands grabbed onto her hips so he could push himself even deeper but she sensed it and clenched harder causing his hands to fall and grab at anything nearby. He could only manage to push against either skirting board to stop himself from exploding inside her. Knowingly she leaned down and let him lick her hungrily. He cupped one of her breasts and played circles with his tongue, with each rotation her pussy clenched around him harder, and harder until she could feel herself climbing to an orgasm. She moved her hips so they circled and scooped almost at the same time, feeling him getting harder as her pussy became doubly moist. It made that sound that caused them both to smile, he looked into her eyes and she looked into his, there was no need to say the words. Instead she ripped open his shirt and dug her fingers into his chest and rode him until he moaned almost as much as she was beginning to. The feeling welled up inside her and she fought like he did to subdue it but their bodies were totally in sync and just as she threw her head back and ground him into submission, he rocked his pelvis and pulled her hips towards him. They shuddered together for what seemed like several minutes both orgasms stretching and draining out of their entire bodies. 

Apology accepted.

Let's think about everyone else for a change

Image taken from: www.e-ostadelahi.com

Okay, so this isn’t one of my usual posts but it does have a distinctive theme, it’s going to be short (I hope) and generally all over the place but I’m anchoring it to the notion of ‘attraction’.

The things you think and do really have a lasting effect on how you are and inevitably become (too deep?), okay; what I’m getting at is – subconsciously we all have a plan, it may not be totally apparent even to ourselves but it exists and is ushering us to our chosen destinations.

Truth be told, the destination may not be one that you particularly like but you’re heading there, and why? Because possibly in your depression/self loathing or inability to find a speck of happiness, you’ve opted for a life of creating frown lines. It’s not always something that you can address consciously either. Possibly you’ve had a bad experience/s, a terrible year, lost people or even misplaced yourself somewhere along the way. All these things impact on your mental health and thus dictate your outward impression of yourself that others can see or if you’re not new to this, you’ve been successful in hiding the signs.

Right ... so those two paragraphs above poured out of my fingers with very little connection to my brain so it will be interesting to see in a few days when I read this again whether or not I agree with myself.

What brought me to Kreative Anythingz today was the fact that I’ve been choosing to focus on pushing my work (professional and personal) forwards whilst pulling anyone else along with the same desire for improvement. This has resulted in getting a friend who is applying to be a social worker into an excellent position where even though she applied for a specific post and didn’t get it, the HR department have informed her that she NEEDS to apply again when they re-advertise the post. Also, maybe a few years back two friends and I shot a short documentary for Black History Month that we didn’t submit. I was thinking about it two days ago then got a call last night from one of the guys saying that he’s sending off the footage to various studios to see if he can sell it and get it aired. I’m not saying that my thoughts made that happen, but it made me smile on hearing the news. And, most importantly my son has been tearing it up at Judo and academically and these are areas that as a father I’m always meditating on good things coming to fruition.

Getting here was as easy as realising that in my own periods of fatigue and unhappiness, filling those moments with thoughts of seeing others succeed made me happier and wanting to see myself accomplish my goals also. If I came into a fortune, I would share it so everyone could be as ecstatic as I am and it’s the same thing with people’s lives – the more you strive to enrich theirs, the better your life becomes.

I thought I'd end this one with the beautiful sounds of Stevie. I posted the instrumental recently but here's the song in all its glory!

Nothing like getting people to 'feel it all over'.

Hall & Oates

This one has to be in my all time top ten movie moments!

I dare you not to Gorden-Levitt!

Sometimes a view is just a view...

In a recent blog I began the final paragraph like I was concluding an essay. I also didn’t really give what I was saying much thought. Often when we write, often when we think; we don’t allow the ideas in our heads to fully form before shooting them out into the world with no hope of pulling them back, so I’m here today to admit that I was wrong ... I do miss love. 

However things ended lasted year I can’t ignore the good times, the silly conversations or quiet exchanges from her eyes to mine. I don’t have anyone to hold in the morning, walk to the station because they start work earlier than I do and accompanying them just feels right, and I don’t have anyone to lean on my shoulder when their spirit has taken a hit.

After a lot of thought about that particular relationship, I’ve chosen to forgive. We’re all individuals and have our reasons for the things we do and although those decisions often have a way of hurting people, whether we allowed ourselves to be honest and discuss it with our significant others or made those choices independently, who or what would I be if I held a grudge. I certainly wouldn’t be able to move on and be with anyone else with any semblance of clarity in my heart.

Additionally, there’s no advantage in playing the victim either. I don’t doubt that I played a part in the change of heart that caused the relationship to end and though I’m still to this day not completely sure of the reasons why/how because I wasn’t given any real specifics, it’s not within me to hate another human being. Sometimes all you can do is wish the best for everyone around you and quietly enjoy the view.

I wasn’t planning on posting this anytime soon, but my previous blog, along with all the musical entries attached; allowed me to see this blog for what it truly is – a better way forward.

And in the style of someone who loves sweet endings here’s a musical interlude and, even though I'm not religious this song does what it says on the can.

You look so much better when you ...

Interludes...

I began writing something this morning that I wasn’t completely ready to write let alone post online so I typed it up and saved it for later. Blogging is fantastic and I know my limitations when it comes to sharing and I promise when the time is right, I’ll set that particular blog free.

This is probably going to be one of my shorter entries; it’s mostly about the music. In relation the blog I couldn’t share, the theme of it would fit nicely with this piece of music:

...but the more I listen to the song the deeper I want to write. There’s nothing quite like music to help stir your thoughts and truly connect you with your emotions. I’ve been avoiding myself (yes, myself) for a while now and I’ve realised that isn’t the most helpful use of my time. In the last few weeks certain things have happened to me indirectly and I’ve discovered it would be more useful to ‘ground’ and ‘centre’ myself as opposed to flit from one thought to another. A result of this is I’m thinking in more of an orderly fashion, I’m not caught up in negative moods or thoughts and the smile has returned to my face.

Since Tuesday I’ve been feeling like this:

 I do have the odd moment when this creeps in:

Not to write this off as a depressing song, truth be told I actually love it, but it's sombre enough to effective describe what I'm attempting to convey. 

One song that gets me out of a rut is always: 

And when I'm out, there's nothing but ...