A Shattered Glass, My Life Without Her

When Freedom Calls

I could feel the soft lips rhythmically kissing my tummy, trailing from my belly button up to my chest and back down again. It's calming and I feel delighted and safe, which I realize is a rare combination for me. A hand swipes against my right thigh, fingers smoothing along my flesh. I whisper a moan at the touch. It's so gentle, barely there but still very much present.

'Mmm, baby you taste amazing. I want to put my mouth on you.'

'Mmhhm...' I breathe out nodding subtly in response.

A nose nuzzles against my breast, sliding the fabric of my sleepshirt aside, as warm lips leave sucking kisses on my skin, a wet tongue caresses my nipple. My breath hitches and I draw my head into my pillow, lifting my chest to the touch, a rhythm of my moans following each kiss.

Then a warm feather-light finger slips under the hem of my sleep shorts, running along its edge on my thigh, tempting towards my dampness.

'Baby, is this okay?'

'More than okay.' I quickly breathe out my response, nodding.

A finger glances over my slick folds, joined by another sliding between and through, a slow movement conjuring my arousal to a peak. My breathing is no longer relaxed as my chest rises and falls to keep up. The coaxing persists.

A thumb tucks its way under, pulling my waistband down and causing my erection to snap back against my abdomen. I can feel the warm palm on my groin, a few fingers and a thumb stroke me as I buck my hips in sync to the pace. A hot slick tongue surrounds my phallus, taking me fully. Feels...so good. Getting...so...close.

My muscles tighten around agile fingers buried in my soaking vagina. All this stimulation is rapidly making me come undone. My eyes shut tight, my lungs burning for air, I'm gonna...

'UGHH!' I growl to my body, trembling through my orgasm. 'Ughh!' I heave at the sensation of my cock pulsing and juices spewing over my body.

I try to catch my breath with what strength I have left.

'That...that was...'

'Shhhh, baby....just breathe,' a hand reaches up to my heart, '...you're so beautiful baby.' I hear a smile against my ear.

Tears dampen my eyes as my chest continues to heave. The bliss keeps my eyes shut as I come down, off my high.

'Tell me I'm not dreaming?' I pant.

'Oh baby...but you are...'

My eyes shoot open as daylight blinds me. I jolt a breath, not believing those words. But the tears are all too real. My lungs burn into my heaving sobs as I clutch at my heart.

'No! No.....please!' I beg through clenched teeth. My eyes shut once again, not wanting to accept it as a figment. 'Come back baby...please.'

After a few minutes of trembling, my lungs hungrily straining for air, I realize I'm in Kat's bed, in Kat's room, in Calgary; my clothes and the sheets all wet from my sweat-soaked delirium. I look around the room, recalling the time and place.

Daylight peaks from behind the curtain. Dom. She was here. Last night. We talked. And Kat, she brought Dom to my room. To bed. And I stayed with Kat, sleeping in her embrace.

But now, she isn't here. I'm alone.

I turn and notice a note on the pillow where she slept. It isn't her handwriting though. Perhaps it's Dom's?

      Kat and I went to set this morning. We didn't want to wake you. Hope you slept well. Have a   great day and see you soon. Bisous.