Only Once

                          TWO

   Ever since I saw what I watched at work it's been on repeat, playing over and over again in my mind. I've tried everything that I can possibly think of to get Trinity Sweet off of my brain and nothing seems to work. That's why I'm sitting here inside of this damn restaurant with a woman that closely resembles my true desire, listening to the irrelevant shit spilling out of her mouth. I know that my intentions are wrong but I don't feel bad about it. Men and women used each other on a daily basis.

     This temporary replica was talking about a vacation from last year but my mind was on bending her over my kitchen island.

   She lectured, "It was a beautiful girls weekend, a tropical getaway for us."

    "Who was all there with you?" I asked just to keep a conversation going but I really didn't care either way.

    My question only caused her to talk more but I really hoped she would stop.

  She rambled on, "Great question Elliott. It was my two sisters, Melissa, she's the baby and my Sissy Meka, she is the oldest out of my mom's trio, and then there's me."

"Mm-hmm." I shoveled a piece of steak into my mouth.

"Then we each brought our besties." I half-heard her chime.

   I would rather be anywhere else than here, I wish I could click my heels together like Dorothy and vanish.

   I asked, "Your older sister, Meka she must be your favorite out of the two?"

   Her brow furrowed. "Why do you say that?" Ask my nameless dinner date.

    Well, she had a name I just couldn't remember what it was.

   I said, "It was the way you introduced her, the tone of your voice and your body language."

"Mm-hmm." Was her reply. She told me, "But yes, you're right Meka is my favorite."

   She covered her face, a little bit embarrassed about her truth.
    There's nothing wrong with having a favorite sibling or child as long as you love equally.

    "Are you ready to go?"

    I asked the stunning woman I wanted to fuck about halfway through our meals. She wanted to dispute my query but my glare was knowing and this soon to be lover picked up what I was laying down. At this moment
   I understood my companion. This stranger sitting before me was only a representative of this woman, one of many, that, I am certain of.

   Underneath this facade, the real her was an erotic woman, ready to be freed and who was I to enslave that woman.
    For as far back as I could recollect my sexual appetite had me on the edge of being a nymphomaniac. I loved sex, loved pussy, I loved the control I had over women when they're underneath me with my dick inside of them bringing them towards orgasm.

    She forked food into her mouth, and so did I. After we wrapped up the meal and I placed a few bills on the table, I downed the rest of my drink, we stood up and left the restaurant.