Lover’s Secrets
You didn’t know I recorded us the last time. But sometimes I need something to get me through the days ‘til you come home. I used to just call your phone and listen to your voice mail, put on your shirt and be surrounded by your scent, or stare at your picture ‘til I felt your lips on mine. That was all child’s play. I tried all of that at the same time and that got me through a couple days. It’s been two days now and I’ve gone stark raving mad. We see each other once a month, but it’s the in between time that has me climbing walls. I dealt with it well for the first few months. Month number four was hard, five was unbearable. That led me to where we are now, month six.
You’ve only been gone a couple of days and I’m feeling that old familiar itch. The battery operated substitute can do nothing for me that compares to you. We had our nightly chat and vocally tucked each other in. I wonder if you toss and turn as much as I do these days. I know I always sleep better when there’s someone sharing my bed. As my thoughts float to you, my smile broadens widely. You always know how to make me smile. This time, I’ve captured yours on video. I know that this isn’t a scripted act, because I didn’t tell you the cameras were rolling. There was one in the headboard and one across from us in the entertainment system. I spliced the recordings for side by side play with surround sound for my viewing pleasure. I thought about sending you a copy, but there’s something about it being my personal secret that excites me even more.
I was knocked out when you came in that night. The cameras were motion activated. They were extra sensitive and your shadow triggered my extra set of eyes. You stood at the door for a few moments juts looking at me sleep. I wonder, even now, what invisible thoughts ran through your mind’s eye that caused you to smile so widely that it stretches my heart. One day, if I share this with you, I hope you’ll remember and let me in on the secret joke. Finally, as if someone reminded you that our time was limited you move stealthily to the end of the bed, laying down your travel bag. Your broad shoulders extremely visible as you shrug off your over coat and place it carefully over the footboard. Your cream colored button up follows in swift pursuit of its designated place. Now your gym toned upper body is revealed through your undershirt and it sends ripples through my body from head to toe. I pause the video momentarily so that I can admire every inch of you, those that are hidden and unseen. I can feel the emotions that you share with me, even in my slumber, when I look at the love in your eyes. I know the ending of this movie, so I take a few more seconds to soak it all in before pressing forward in reviewing our night of passion. You lick your lips in what I interpret as anticipation while you clumsily unbuckle your belt. The slight clang of metal makes me stir as you watch tentatively, ready to duck if I fully arouse, I’m guessing. Frozen in place, you wait for my breathing to settle into the slow rhythmic pattern before slipping out of trousers and folding them too over the footboard.
The heat in your eyes sets fire to me even now and it must have raised the room temperature then too, because I kick off the covers on file as you made your approach. Now your presence is too pressing for me to sleep through; a smile creeps onto my lips knowingly. It spreads beyond the screen and into the present as I inhale deeply, remembering your subtle scent that filled the room and tipped the balance between dreams and reality. I can see that I held my breath in yearning for your first touch, wondering which part of my body would be blessed by your caress first, leaving the rest tense with jealousy and impatiently waiting to be awakened properly. You stare down at me intently, choosing the first point of contact carefully while examining my entire body. A smirk emerges on your face as you zero in on my back. Your eyes dart up and down the length of my spine as you bend to kiss…my shoulder blade. I can’t hold the giggle that escapes my lips now any more than I could the moan that fills the speakers from that night. I remember feeling your lips curve into the knowing smile against my back that is now hidden from the camera’s eye. On screen, I shift slightly before you steady me, preventing the turn. My confused look eases as I see you whispering into my ear, “Relax and enjoy. I want to please you in every way imaginable. Expend no energy unless it involves climaxing.” A slow blush, that I’m just now aware of, creeps over my face as I comply with your directions.
For the next hour, I am teased, tickled, and pleased by your large strong hands coated with fragrant oils. My body glistens in the muted light, seeming to radiate the way I feel inside with a visible aura. Knowing me inside and out, you sigh and reluctantly say, “Alright baby. Just once so you can fully let go.” I release on audible breath and get into position immediately. We make our way to the edge of the bed near the footboard. You are still standing, almost flush with the mattress. I swing my body around quickly before you can change your mind. My feet dangle on either side of you from the raised bed. It’s like you’re an obelisk erected between my legs. You hold up a finger to still me in your presence. This is my first time seeing you that night and I remember thinking I wanted to devour every inch of you. You tell me, “one time only, then back to you. Don’t push your luck,” as if you read my mind. I nod in agreement. It’s not long before my hands and mouth are all over you. I hover for a few extended moments just below your waist and lick my lips in anticipation before indulging myself entirely. I am totally lost in the moment and had no idea that twenty minutes had elapsed before your hips started matching the rhythm I created. Even now I get caught up in viewing our activities from that night. As soon as I take you over the edge you step back abruptly. You give me a few moments to pout as you recover and then pounce on me again playfully. I watch the rest of the video in its entirety, pleasing myself into climax with my televised twin. This is the only way I can satiate my need for you tonight and I’m afraid it may be addictive. “My own private flick was definitely the way to go,” I agree with myself as my hand drives the rest of my body into an amazing world of bliss and stimulation.
Suddenly, your ringtone interrupts my highest plateau and I answer huskily just before it flips to voicemail. After I’ve said hello, you respond with three words, “Come for me." I pause, wondering how you knew and you repeat yourself with further instruction, “Come for me. I need to hear it. It needs to be real.” I mute the sound on our video, but I don’t pause it. Hearing your voice in my ear and seeing your body moving over mine on screen propel me over the edge even faster than before.
I lay spent and recovering, listening to your breathing evening out a bit and a smile emerges. I hear you say, “Happy six months baby. Do you remember what I told you when we decided what we felt was real?” My silence answers you. “I told you that four double dees, two kitties, two hearts and souls as one, and a willingness to experiment would work wonders. Have I proven myself right princess?”
“Yes my queen. You have shown me to the luvleeh highway of unity.”
“That’s what I like to hear my Gem. I’ll see you soon…And I want a copy of our activities too; it’s only fair.”
My giggle relayed my compliance and we both smiled inside and out. My lover is beautiful and she claims our future when she coos, “Good night baby mama; sweet luvleeh dreams tonight.” And as if it were perfectly staged, the cameras flickered off over two sets of double dees breathing, exhausted in united slumber.
Copyright © 2010 Natasha Guy
