Like two siblings at bath time, Larenzo and I were enjoying the mountain of bubbles thanks to the jets. I was mesmerized by his whole being. For that moment, Larenzo was mine. No one on the outside of that door mattered, or even existed. His skin on my skin was my lifeline at that instant. I was not alone.
He held my body close to his; I snuggled comfortably into his ‘nook.’ I was the incomplete puzzle, and Larenzo was my missing piece. The kisses we shared seemlasted a lifetime. I was completely enveloped. Through my eyes, I spoke to him in a love language that only he could understand. My dream was reality, and Larenzo was mine.
Our fingers began to wrinkle, and the heat had us both feeling the need to cool off. We continued to the shower. Larenzo washed my body, and I was washed his. I held his pelvis close to mine, and kissed him with the entire ardor within. I had known this man for but a few days, and I desired to experience things with him that I hadn’t ever with another. My spirit was gone somewhere with his.
In nurture mode, I dried Larenzo’s body and oiled him down from head to toe. Flesh against flesh, we rested like King and Queen in each other’s arms. I watched as he slept in peace. Even in his slumber, Larenzo held me as if he were my protector. Falling asleep for me wasn’t so easy. My mind was in overdrive analyzing what every moment meant, and how I didn’t want it to end, for I was in the softest place on earth.
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Single Girl, Interrupted
General FictionCharde is in her early twenties, and is going through a mild quarter life crisis. She just moved back home with her mother, in Las Vegas, from sunny, artsy Los Angeles in attempt to find herself and to chase what 'truly' makes her happy. Dating suck...
