stiff little kitten

one girls thoughts on love and life... with some stories in between.

[stifflittlekitten]

what we fail to see is the work it takes. it doesn't come easy. if it was easy, we'd all have it right this very second. it takes work. it takes pushing and pulling. give and take. but we're all worth it. we're all capable of it. we're all somebody's someone. when you reject the possibility that it's not available to you, that you are incapable of having it, not perfect enough to deserve it; then you shut out the possibility of receiving it. when you stop believing that it won't happen for you, you effectively have given up on your someone. you haven't met them yet, or maybe you have. but it's out there, waiting for you. waiting for you to be ready to receive it. mentally, emotionally - we're all messed up in some way. the flaws make us human. the flaws make you, you. embrace them. understand that who you are, right now, is fucking awesome. and your someone is going to see that and think how did they ever manage to wake up every morning and breathe before they met you. we're all somebody's someone. and if you're reading this and thinking that it doesn't apply to you, that you don't matter to someone. i'm here to tell you that you matter to me. i'm here to tell you that you are worth it, that you do deserve it, that you will find it. but you're going to have to work for it. it might not be easy. it might be really goddamn hard. but nothing good ever comes from picking the easy way. you won't know how to appreciate it if it's just handed to you. so i'm telling you that it's okay to fight for it. because we're all somebody's someone. #loveforlove #somebodyssomeone #ibelieveinyou #chicago #wordsfromtheheart

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Wants.

I want to hold your hand in the park. I want to kiss you under streetlights. I want to run my fingers through your hair. I want to fall asleep next to you. I want to scratch your beard. I want to listen to your dreams. I want to walk with you in the city. I want to laugh at your dumb jokes. I want to talk about our fears. I want to wake up with you every morning. I want to show you how wonderful you are. I want to love you like no one else before and like no one else after.

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This babe. #Latergram from when @meghannbwright had her show here in Chicago :) #goodtimeswithbadpeopletour #chicago #listenlocal #supportindependentartists

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Chicago. Thursday night. Come hang with me and my girl Meghann at Tonic Room.

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Today someone who I just recently met asked me how long I've been working in the hospitality industry...I took a minute to think about it, then pulled out a calculator and did the math. For 21 years I've been working with or around food. It blows my mind when I think about all the jobs I've had, the restaurants I've worked in, the people I've met and the food I've cooked. 21 years. That's more than half of my life. I was raised in a family that loves good food, but I am the first one who ever truly pursued it as a career. Every day I wake up and no matter how tired, sore, or beatdown I'm feeling I know that once I'm in the kitchen that everything will be okay. Sometimes it's my church, sometimes it's my safehouse, sometimes it's my hell. But I wouldn't trade a minute of it for anything else. I've been a hostess, waitress, dishwasher, bartender, manager, grill cook, prep cook, pastry chef, executive chef. I've hired people and fired people. I've been fired myself as well. These things, these experiences, these lessons are what make me stronger. They make me coming back for more. It can be a masochistic industry. If you've been in it, you know what I mean. But when you truly love something this hard, with this much passion where you know that if you were forced to do anything else with your life that you would shrivel up and become a shell of a person - well, that right there is a pretty good sign you've found your calling. #cheflife #21 #beentheredonethat #truecooks #truecooksfam #executivechef #lovemylife #hospitality #alldayeveryday #whatwedo #passion

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Here’s something you need to know - we’re all fucked up. You, me, all of us, we are all damaged. Look around you, is there anyone you know that is perfectly rational and reasonable and level-headed and has no issues and is completely healthy? I don’t even have to know you to know the answer. And...

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Goddamn, it's like you know exactly what the fuck happened to me today.

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BROKEN.

  Katherine touched her neck, her fingers lingering on her throat. The spot where she’d placed his hands, and silently begged him to choke her as he took her from behind.  She knew it probably wouldn’t leave a mark, he hadn’t done it with as much force as she would have liked; with enough force to actually make her cum.  After, he asked her where the choking thing had come from; she’d never asked him to do that before… He admitted it was his first time wrapping his fingers around a woman’s throat.  The thought of it made Katherine sad. Sad that no other woman of his needed such pain to be satisfied. Sad that she required that pain to be satisfied.

The first time Katherine had met him was in a bar. It was where she met them all. The first time was fun. Easy. Lately it hadn’t been much fun, or very easy. It was taking more and more to get her where she wanted to be, where she needed to be. It was becoming increasingly dangerous. She didn’t even really care about the sex. It was the punishment she was after.

She knew she didn’t deserve to be loved. To be taken care of, or cherished. She didn’t seek their acceptance. All she wanted for them to do was to hurt her. To smack her, choke here, hit her, tie her up and punish her. It was the pain that she chased, not the pleasure. Most of them didn’t understand it, most of them didn’t even know what they were getting into when they brought her home. Most of them never turned her down though. They never said it, but she could see it in their eyes that they’d never met someone like Katherine.

She would find them before they found her. She knew which ones to look out for, which ones to choose. They never saw her coming; the pretty, slightly nervous girl who approached them first. Making small talk. Feeling them out. Studying them just enough to see if she would be able to have them consent to all of the things she wanted them to do to her. Just drunk enough that they would agree, not so much that they wouldn’t be able to take direction. She had gotten good at making them believe they were in control. That they were the alpha-male. The reality was, she was manipulating all of them. She had all the power. Katherine was the hunter, and they were her prey.

She finally moved her hand away from her throat and placed it over her heart. It was racing. The rhythmic beat increased, and it was her body’s way of telling her it was time to go. Katherine never stayed the night, then again – they never asked her to. It didn’t hurt her feelings. She knew what it was going to be, how it was going to end up when they left the bar together. It might happen once or twice more, but this was not her trying to start a relationship. She was looking for something else. Something to quell the hurt, the pain, the frustration of never being enough. Never being good enough. Never being what any of them wanted. That’s what hurt. The not being wanted.

Katherine peeled back the sweat laden sheets and climbed out of the bed. There wasn’t an attempt to hide anything, no show of modesty. After all, what he had just done to her was dark and at the same time very intimate. He had seen her twisted needs, and for the most part he had fulfilled them. She searched the floor for the clothes that he had ripped of her only an hour before; dressing to make her exit. As she did so, he laid in bed and watched her; not saying anything. Katherine turned to say goodbye, to thank him for the afternoon diversion. He pressed his lips together and finally spoke – “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” She replied. “Just fine.”

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#ThrowbackThursday to all this nonsense.

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September, pt.7

He leans down to pick up the carryout bag from the restaurant off the floor. Before he stands back up, he takes a moment to slowly graze my naked legs with soft, tender kisses. Grabbing my hand, be pulls me off the elevator and into the hallway; just steps away from our suite.  My anticipation has been building ever since we left dinner, especially because he wouldn’t let me touch him in the car ride back to the hotel.

“Now?” I whisper, and comes out in a quiet, nearly pleading tone. He’s usually so ready for me, and the waiting is killing me.

“Yes, my love. NOW.” The last word sounds like a command, rather than an answer. My breath catches in the back of my throat, and no sooner has he opened the door to our room before I throw myself at him. I dig my fingers into the back of his hair, and my mouth is on him; devouring him with my lips and my tongue. I can barely breathe as I kiss him, overwhelmed by what he does to me. I take a moment, and step back to look at him. This man that I am so in love with, this man that I would do anything for; this man who has given up so much of himself for me, and tears well up in my eyes.

“Oh no, baby, no. Don’t cry. Please don’t cry. I’m here, we’re here. This is what we’ve been waiting for, remember?” His words are so reassuring, so calming. He places his hand on my chin and tilts my face up towards his. Reaching down, he wipes the tears from my cheeks. “I love you with all my heart and soul.”

“I love you, too. So much.” I say, kissing the palms of his hands as he caresses my face. Slowly, I close my eyes and take a deep breath, and when I open them again he is still looking at me with concern. The want in my eyes is evident, and he exhales sharply.

Carefully, I use his hands for support as I bend and kneel down in front of him. Not taking my eyes off of him, I begin to undo the button first on his pants, then I give a gentle tug on his zipper. He stiffens and a low groan comes out from the back of his throat. Hitching my fingers in the top of his waistband I remove his pants and underwear at once, and they pool around his feet. I place both of my hands on the front of his thighs, digging into his skin with my fingers.

“Oh fuck, yes.” He moans, and I work my way from the front to the back, pulling him closer to me. I kiss the tip of his erection, and I look up at him with glassy, hooded eyes. I draw my tongue around him, up and down; tasting him.

“This is my dessert.” I say, right before I take every inch of him into my mouth. Using my hands to press him further into me, I draw him in and out of my mouth, all the while eyes open and looking at him. With a forceful thrust, and he is all the way inside me. He drops the carryout bag to the ground and both his hands are now in my hair and he is fucking my mouth. I drop my hands, bring them behind my back and clasp my fingers together. I relinquish my control, and he takes over with fast, deliberate strokes and he moves in and out of my mouth.

“Yes, love, yes. Oh my god, Melissa.” He growls as he goes deeper. There are tears running down my face, but they are ones of happiness and pleasure.

Suddenly he stops, and pulls out from me. I can taste him on my lips, and I need more.

“Oh, you are such a good, dirty girl. I fucking love you.” He leans down, and helps me up off my knees. “Turn around, love. Bend over.” I turn away, and do as I’m told. He pulls my dress up and it gathers at my waist. Legs spread, I’m grabbing my ankles for support and he pulls aside my panties. I inhale quickly and he has his fingers inside of me.

“Always so ready for me.”

“Yes, sir.”

In one quick, powerful motion, his fingers are gone as his cock is buried deep inside me. One hand on my waist, the other wrapped up in my hair he pulls me back onto him with every thrust and I have to bend my knees for further support so we both don’t come crashing down to the floor. His rhythm is quickening and I’m on the verge of letting it all go.

“Oh, yes, that’s right kitten. Come for me, show me how much you need this.”

The next thrust sends me over the edge, and as I cry out in pleasure he wraps his arms around me and pulls me up to a standing position. Still inside of me, he makes one final push and growls in my ear.

“MINE.”

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September, pt.6

Dinner is over and the waiter is clearing away our plates. I know I have just eaten, but there is a growling deep down inside me because I have yet to be filled with what I am actually craving. He turned off the egg during our meal, and thankfully so; as I’m certain I wouldn’t have been able to lift my fork.

The maitre d’ approches our table, and as I take the last sip of my wine I see another mischievous smile come across his face.

"How was everything this evening, sir? Would you care for anything else?"

"Our meal was wonderful. Thank you. Some of the best I’ve ever tasted." He looks over at me and winks. In that moment I know he is not just complementing the food, and I can’t help but giggle.

"Would it be at all possible to take something with us? We have plans that we cannot be late for. I was thinking about that decadent triple chocolate cake that you’re known for, with a side of caramel sauce?"

"Absolutely, sir. I will take care of it at once."

The maitre d’ rushes off to take care of his request, and the look of confusion in apparent on my face.

"Yes love, we have plans; but they do not involve anyone but you and I."

He ushers me out of the restaurant, his left hand on the small of my back while his right is carrying a small white bag with dessert. I don’t want dessert, I want to be his dessert; but I dare not tell him this. He is in control of the evening, whether or not his hand is on the remote control still in his pocket.

As I climb into the waiting limo, he steps forward and whispers something to the driver. It’s far enough out of earshot for me to hear, and my curiosity about our secret plans only intensifies. He sits down next to me, and as the driver closes the door he places the white bag on the seat between us.

I reach over to place my hand on his thigh, but he stops me. “No touching, my love. Not yet.”

I let out and audible whimper, and unknowingly pout my lip. I’ve never been good at waiting; and being with him has been truly trying of my patience since our very first encounter in February. I’m trying to learn to be better, but he does not make it easy on me. Sometimes I think he’s testing me. Testing my commitment. Testing my loyalty.

"Don’t you dare pout that lip at me, kitten. You know how much I want you, how much I crave you. But good things come to those who wait. Correct?"

"Yes, sir." I knew this statement wasn’t only a comment on tonight, but on our entire relationship. Everything we have been through to get here, everything he sacrificed; brought us here. Brought him to me, me - wearing his ring.

"Good girl."

The limo pulls up to the Peninsula, where we’ve been staying ever since he arrived into town only days ago. Not even a week, but it feels like a lifetime; a lifetime that we both on separate occasions have said that we wished had started so much sooner. The car door opens, and the valet welcomes us back.

"I hope you had a pleasant evening, sir. Will you be needing the car again tonight?"

"We will. Could you please make sure that it is ready for us at midnight?" He says.

"Absolutely, sir."

Now I am even more confused. My fantasies about us retiring to our suite for the remainder of the evening are gone. I want to ask where we are going later, but I know I won’t get an answer and my question would only warrent another comment about having patience. So I follow him out of the car, biting my lip and holding my tongue.

"Do you always do that when you don’t get your way, or are you simply trying to tease me?" He says mockingly, referring to my pink bottom lip, nestled between my upper and lower teeth.

We make our way through the lobby towards the elevators. As we step inside, I have an immediate flashback to our first time here. The first time he saw me in the bar, the first time he held my hand, the first time he pressed me up against the elevator wall and had his hands in my hair as he whisped ‘MINE’ into my ear.

My entire body is on fire at this point. I want nothing more than for him to touch me, to take me. I want to beg him to make me his. He sets the white dessert bag on the floor of the elevator, and as it slowly makes its climb to the penthouse suite he takes both of my hands in his.

Hands joined, fingers entwined, he raises them up above my head and backs me into the corner. His left leg pushes between my feet, and his knee bends and slowly starts to push my knees, my thighs apart. Leaning down, he blows deliberate warm breaths up my neck towards my ear. Our hands, still raised above; have become still.

His thigh is now rubbing through my dress, against my sex; and his lips are parted only inches away from my face. He looks deep into my eyes, kisses me on the nose; and just as the elevator bell chimes signalling our arrival, he whispers to me, “Soon.”

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September, pt.5

He reaches into his pocket and switches our new toy down to its lowest setting. There is still a small tingling sensation between my thighs, but it is no longer startling…only a reminder of who is in control for the evening. The change is subtle, and no one else would know that at this very moment all I can think about is getting out of this restaurant and back into our waiting car where we can pick up where we left off.  He looks over at me, and because he knows me so well my thoughts are radiating through my eyes.

“Not yet, love. We’ll have dinner first. You’re going to need the energy for what I have planned later.”

As I’m looking over the menu, I cannot concentrate. The tingling is still very much present and I’m trying hard to concentrate but I just can’t seem to see straight. The waiter comes over and proceeds to inform us about the specials for the evening.  He can tell that I’m having problems focusing, and takes over the situation immediately. This is one of the things that I love about him. He knows me. From where I want to be touched, to what to say to make me laugh, to what I’d like for dinner.  He places our order with the waiter, and as he walks away I take another sip of my wine.

“Are you alright, my love? Anything you’d like to say?” he asks, with that look in his eye, waiting for me to say something with enough sass that would definitely warrant a spanking later.

“I’m wonderful, babe. Thank you; and thank you for my present. I love it.”

He reaches back down and places his hand on my thigh. Instantly I am full of electricity and anticipation, and I cannot believe he expects me to sit here and eat dinner while he’s playing with the remote in his pocket and gently drawing circles on my bare skin with his finger.

“Before dinner comes, I’d like my first course; beautiful.”

His hand moves slowly up my thigh, beneath the hem of my dress and out of sight from other diners as the white tablecloth is proving to be a successful barrier from prying eyes. As his right hand travels up my leg, his left hand returns to his pocket and the vibrations intensify almost immediately. I close my eyes and tilt my head back ever so slightly because I know in a few seconds I am going to feel him inside of me.

He softly pushes my legs apart and with a gentle stroke his fingers are buried deep in my heat. The double sensation of the cool vibrations of the egg and the warm circling of his fingertips is almost too much for me to take. I want to say something, to moan his name, to tell him not to stop, to beg him for more; but I open my eyes and look at him as I bite down on my lip in silent pleasure.

“You know how much I love seeing that, baby. Are you trying to torture me?” he says. “Not any more than you are torturing me right now.” I reply with a coy smile.

He continues to push against me, in a most private and intimate way all the while the hustle of the restaurant continues around us. No one is aware, none the wiser to what is happening underneath this white tablecloth.

Suddenly, the waiter returns to refill our wine and inquire about another bottle. He gently removes his fingers from me, just as I am about to reach the edge and brings them to his lips. I look over to him, not sure of his next move, and he proceeds to rub his lips with the glimmering wetness that only moments ago was just inside me.

“Yes, please. We’ll have another bottle.”

As the waiter walks away, his fingers are no longer on his lips but extended towards my mouth.

“Hungry, love?”

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The War Within.

I woke up in a cold sweat again last night. Brought back to life by the same reoccurring dream with only a variation on the theme. Lately, whenever I close my eyes he is there.

I wish he would just go away.

His face is a conglomeration of all of them. Sometimes his nose is more prominent, or his eyes. But I can’t escape them. No matter how hard I try, no matter how much I drink; they follow me into the only world where I have no control.

Sleep.

When my body so violently fights against itself and I am literally jerked out of my nightmare I am thankful because I knew that this time it was bad. Worse than the one before. I often wonder what would happen if my body were to just give in one day…fuck it. Let them win. Let them have all the peices that they want. Tear me apart.

There’s nothing good left anyway.

Somehow though, I’ve subconsciously chosen to fight. Fight their conjoined faces and their angry words and their battles against my heart. I’m at war with my own memories. Either way, I’m bound to loose.

There won’t be any winners here tonight.

Thankfully every night is not like this. Sometimes I sleep through the darkness and wake with the sun. When this happens, I am grateful; but I am never well rested. The battle continued on without me, just calm enough to allow me time off from the fight. But I never know when I will be called into the line of fire again…and that is terrifying.

I would like to think that when I am truly tested, that I will be strong enough for the fight. So far, if life is any indication - I won’t last that long. I hope it doesn’t come to that. I want to be brave and strong and rage against the memories that for so long have held me captive. Every night, I take the risk. Knowing that this might be the night that will finish me off. It takes it’s toll after awhile - all the worrying. Waiting. Waiting for something that may or may not come.

But I tell myself that with every night, with every war…waking up in the morning means I’ve won.

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September, pt. 4

The limo pulls up in front of the restaurant just as I’ve crawled off his lap. The privacy partition separating us from the driver slowly comes down.

"Sir, we’ve arrived at your destination." the driver says, with a slight hint of knowing in the tone of his voice.

He looks over at me, reaches down and straighten the hem of my dress. “Baby, that was wonderful. But now it’s my turn for some surprises.”

The valet opens the door of the car, and he steps out on to the sidewalk and turns around to reach for me. I give him my hand, and he squeezes it just gently enough to bring me back into the moment.

We enter the restaurant and are greeted by the maitre d, “Good evening sir, please follow me.” I look up at him expectantly. Even in heels he still towers over me, and a smile creeps across my face thinking about how we were eye level only minutes before.

Hand in hand, we are lead to the corner of the restaurant. A back booth, large enough for five or six; but tonight it is just us two. “Climb in, baby.” As I take the step to scooch in, he gives my ass a little swat. I turn around to look at him in delight, and he winks at me.

I’m beginning to wonder about his surprises.

He slides in next to me, and as I go to look at the wine list I notice his hand gliding across the table. White tablecloths.

Oh. White tablecloths.

I’m looking at the wine list when I feel his hand squeeze my bare thigh. I look up to see he’s placed a small black box next to me on the table. I can’t imagine what else he would be giving me, after all he had already done so much.

"Open it."

I touch the soft pink ribbon that wraps around my gift, admiring the precision bow that it had been tied into. I think all the practice with the rope work is paying off, but I say nothing. I tug at the ribbon, and lift the lid. Inside, shining and reflecting the candle light from the table is a silver egg.

Oh!! The egg.

"Bathroom, now kitten." He leans over and whispers to me.

I reach into the box and clasp the egg in my tiny hand. It’s cool against the inside of my palm, and immediately all of my senses are heightened. I slip the new toy into my purse, and he steps out of the booth and offers me his hand for assistance.

"Don’t keep me waiting."

I excuse myself to the ladies room, and lock myself in. I know why he sent me in here, but I’m wondering if I can go through with it. I want to be brave and strong, but I’m nervous. Nervous and curious.

I arrive back to the table, and I see he has already ordered us some wine. I slide back into the booth, and gently take a sip before mustering up the courage to ask what comes next.

"Babe?"

"Yes, my love?" He replies, only it comes out in a manner that immediately makes me want to take him right then and there.

"Where is the…I mean, how will I, you know? Turn it on?" I whisper.

His right hand squeezes my thigh again, while his left hand slips into his coat pocket.

"Oh baby. You’re not in control of anything tonight."

With that, I shiver as the vibrating tingling sensation sets in between my legs; and I realize there’s a remote in his pocket.

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September, pt. 3

Gently he knocks on the bathroom door.”Babe, are you almost ready? We’re going to be late.”

It’s our first official date.

It’s also the first time we’ve left the hotel room in almost 36 hours. Ever since he arrived into town, it has been a carnal fantasy come to life. Sweaty bodies, glistening skin, everything we’ve been needing to do to one another for the past six months has finally happened.

Now he’s taking me out to dinner, and it’s really real. Tonight isn’t about the nakedness or the making out or the fucking. Tonight is about two people crazy in love with each other.

That’s when I look down at my hand, and I still cannot believe I’m wearing his ring. He has claimed me, forever. I know that no matter what happens…he will always be mine.

I step out of the bathroom and into the dimly lit room.

"Well?"

"Oh my god. Melissa, you are just - stunning. So beautiful."

It’s taken hours to decide what to wear, even though the reality is that I’ve been planning this night for months. Planning it since the first time we said our “I love yous”.

I take my hand in his, and I’m home.

As we leave the hotel and meet the waiting car, he doesn’t know what I’ve planned. He thinks it’s just dinner, but it is so much more than that.

The sun has started to set and the city is lit up in all of its magical glory. It’s almost as if its putting on its best show for us. The driver pulls away from the hotel and we are slowly winding our way through the streets of downtown. The sunroof of the limo is open to let in the towering buildings and their shining lights.

I look over at him.

"You are the man of my dreams. I don’t know what I did to deserve you. I love you with all my heart and soul. I am bound to you. Forever." I reach up and touch his face with my newly ringed hand. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath and opens them again to look at me.

"Before you say anything else, love, I need you to know we’re not going to dinner right away."

He looks at me confused, but as that smile creeps across my face; he know longer cares about dinner.

Im no longer in the seat next to him…I’ve lifted my carefully chosen dress up above my ass and I’m sitting on his lap. Instantly he can tell that I’ve decided to leave my panties back at the hotel.

"Let me show you just how crazy I am for you."

I reach down and undo his pants, gently pulling him from the confines of the fabric. In one careful and quick move, I am pushing myself down onto him, and he is deep inside of me.

As the limo traces the streets, my arms are wrapped around his neck and I am slowly grinding into his hips, his thighs.

With every push, I whisper into your ear “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

His head is tilted back and he can see the outline of the city above; and as I continue to give him every ounce of my wet heat he looks back into my eyes…”Baby, I’m coming.”

"I know, baby. You’re already home."

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September, pt. 2

It’s 3am. The alarm goes off and wakes me from dreams of you. I roll over and you’re there, in the flesh. Just moments ago you were invading my dreams, and I still can’t believe you’re here, next to me. I reach down and gently go to lift your hand from my thigh. It’s been there all night, like you’re afraid to let go of me.

I start to inch my way out of our bed, as not to wake you; but your hand clasps mine, the one that I’m using to let you go.

"Where are you going?" you whisper…I’ve woken you, and the guilt washes over me. I wanted you to sleep. I had to be at work in an hour, and I didn’t mean to disturb you.

"Work. I have to go to work, baby."

"Not yet you don’t." The words come out in a low, guttural growl. You pull me back into the bed, and you’re on top of me. Naked you on naked me. You kiss my lips, my nose, my forehead, my eyelids.

You reach down with your hand and slowly push my thighs apart. I’m ready for you. You ease inside me, and take me. Chest to chest, hip to hip, thigh to thigh…you are pushing deep and looking into my eyes. I don’t look away, I don’t close my eyes. I concentrate on every single feature of your face, every eyelash, and every twitch of a smile that comes with each slow, deep thrust you give me.

I am so in love. I am so in this moment. I can’t believe I am here, I can’t believe I am yours.

Your breathing races, and I can feel you coming close to the edge. I shift my hips up towards you, allowing you to push deeper. I need all of you inside of me.

Rhythmically, we become one. As you begin your descent and give me every ounce of your love; I follow suit and I give up all of myself to you. We are a heap of breathless, sweaty skin.

We are in love.

"I really have to shower for work. I’m going to be late."

"Let me help you love. I can’t bear to let to leave me just yet."

[stifflittlekitten]

September.

Its Thursday evening...you had a long flight in to Chicago from the west coast. A layover and delays have you touching down hours past your scheduled arrival time. You're upset as this has caused you to miss our dinner reservations. I promise you that its okay, and tell you to check into your hotel and we'll meet up in the morning. You pull up to your hotel, check in and head up to your room. You decide to head down to the hotel bar for one drink before calling it a night. And that's when you see me...I'm sitting at the bar, waiting for you, because I knew you would come. A smile creeps across your face as you make your way over to me. I'm the first thing that has made you smile all day. There are no words exchanged. You lean down and place your hands on the side of my face and kiss me, long and hard. You take my drink out of my hand, setting it on the bar. Then you take my hand in yours and lead me to the elevators. Before the doors can close, you have me pressed up against the elevator wall and your lips are on mine. Your left hand is clenching my bare ass from up underneath my dress and your right hand is wrapped tight in my hair at the nape of my neck. You break the kiss, and deeply, you whisper in my ear - "MINE."