Love's Desire

1. ℳℐ𝒩ℰ

The foggy morning fueled my feelings of loneliness as I lay snug in my bed. I lived in a quaint one bedroom apartment where there was only room for me, my cat, and my thoughts. As much as I longed- no ached for touch and affection, my heart had brick walls built around it that were harder than my ex's dick when he'd see me naked.

How long had it been since I got some? I lost count of the days when it officially reached a year since a man touched me in that way. My ex boyfriend Don was my high school sweetheart and my first everything. First kiss, first love, first fuck. No one touched me like he did and he knew it but we were 10 months into being no-contact and it looked like the both of us were standing on business about being broken up. I hadn't even let anyone touch me since him, even though he cheated and quite literally never deserved my body to begin with. But how could I just forget all of those intimate moments?

The times where he'd have both my legs pressed against his chest while taking my entire soul. Those low brown eyes that stared at me lovingly while he talked me through it...just the thoughts alone had half of me ready to call him up right there, but the other half of me wanted to hate him so bad for doing me so wrong yet so right.

I groaned halfway out of sexual frustration but then it hit me. I'm a grown ass 25 year old woman. If I wanted my man back, I had to ask. It would be hard to put my pride aside but I just missed his hands on my body. I stared at my dry ass phone for a few moments in deep thought and next thing I knew, I was typing up a long paragraph to send him. We hadn't blocked each other's numbers thankfully. Don was always more on that spiritual "peace be with you" wave. He was manipulative with his words but also with his...you know what.
'Hey love, I know we don't talk anymore but I just need you right now. I miss you.', is basically what the text read. No I won't mention the sticky details of what exactly I missed him for.
A few minutes went by and then an hour, and I was so certain that my attempt at winning toxic dick had failed miserably. That is until my phone began ringing from its place on my bed.

I paused momentarily as my heart raced in my chest; could it be? Slowly, I sat up and picked up my phone only to read on the screen, 'Don💖'. To answer or not to answer, that was the question. But I wasted none but mere seconds before I answered and pressed the phone against the side of my face.
"H-Hello?" My voice quivered lightly as I waited to hear his familiarly low tone of voice. "Hey mama. You at home? I'm tryna come talk to you." He said, and despite it being early as hell, I could just tell he was smiling that stupid bright smile. The one where it was as though he couldn't contain cheesing and would make anyone within a 10 foot radius of him smile just as big.
That sentence alone had my stomach turning and doing somersaults because I knew he meant he wanted to come talk to my pussy. He was a freak and liked to play it off like he didn't get down like that but I knew from experience, that his little facade was all a lie.

"I'm home.", was all I could manage to say. I was like a child who had stage fright even though it was me that was a grown woman not too long ago. "Bet.", was all he said before hanging up. He knew where I lived and that sentence meant he was coming over, asap. I jumped up as soon as I heard the call end and I'd never thrown myself into the shower so fast. I spent all of 20 minutes in there washing away my sorrows, because I was finally getting what I needed. I stayed pretty far from him so I had plenty of time to get ready. I oiled my body down after getting out of the shower and did my usual hygiene routine before leaving my butt length passion twists to hang at my thick hips.

I was so excited to see him but how could I not be? after wrapping my pink silk robe around my body and going to my couch, I made myself comfortable there. Soon, I heard a knock at my door and I almost had a heart attack but I quickly got up to let him in. Nothing could've prepared me for how Don looked.
When we called it quits, his locs were jaw length and scruffy. The look honestly wasn't that appealing but he made it work so well. The honey brown color of them also complimented his eyes, but now, his locs had grown a little more and now reached his collarbones. He'd also dyed them back to their natural dark brown color. The color contrast between his hazel eyes, chocolate skin, and his hair had me weak in the knees but I tried my best to keep it together.