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Darkness inches closer to the lead position, vanquishing the light. The wind whipped furiously at flags, hair and the odd discarded plastic bag. I hear it, the universal signal of Eros, thunder.
At the clap of thunder,. I raise my eyes from my occupation gazing out the window and I wryly smile. Like a well rehearsed symphony, the movements begin. Second clap of thunder, five, four, three, two...the chime of my phone validates my broad smile. "Hey, yes...I heard the thunder. Hmmm, now there's a thought. Okay, the door's been open for the past 15 minutes. Bye."
A song played with driving intensity. It moved my body into action. Hands raised above my head. My hips gyrated in a circular motion as if performing a pre-event warm up. The gyrations gave way to outright pelvic thrusts, imaginings of soon to be realized actions.
Lost in my reverie but never lost to him. I sensed his presence long before I felt his arms encircle my waist from behind pulling me close to the object of my obsession. There we swayed in perfect unison with his hands expertly guiding my hips. I'm bodily turned to face him.
His eyes narrowed as I ran my hand the length of his torso and just inside the waist of his jeans. I cocked my head sideways boldly staring into his face. Just then I slid my hand completely into the pot of gold.
A flurry of kinetic energy flashed through the room accompanied by its atmospheric twin, a blinding bolt of lightning. As if physically struck by the energy from the sky, I felt my feet leave the surety of the gravity laden ground. My back making a hard impact upon the kitchen island. In a mock protest, I hopped to my feet only to be twirled to face the wooden island.
The touch of his hands felt like fire through the material I was scantily clad in. A favorite dress which gave away more than it covered, began to bunch around my waist, exposing my bare curvy bottom. His breath was hot upon the nape of my neck as his teeth gently raked the sides of my neck sending me into a frenzy of need and want.
With one deft motion he separated the island from the plates, cups and silverware to be used for the coming meal. If the sound they made upon contact on the floor was loud; neither of us noticed nor cared. The strength of his hand as he gently but firmly pressed me forward onto the marble top of the island, just upped the physical ante.. The chill of the marble offered a momentary reprieve from the heat consuming me.
Interlocking our hands, he pinned my arms and lowered his mouth to my ear. Whispering in that husky voice he asks, "Is this mine?" Not quite ready to submit I say, "No, it's mine." The word "mine" never saw the light of day. He entered me with enough force to take my breath away and he did not allow me to breathe for 30 minutes. He leaned down to my ear and proclaimed victoriously, "THIS IS MINE!!!" As I collapsed completely upon the island l said, " Daddy Dez, it most certainly is!!!" The final clap of thunder roared and echoed into our past.
We looked at the havoc settled at our feet. Broken plates, glasses, silverware and various clothing items were strewn haphazardly. We laughed and started to clean...storms don't always happen outside.
