Lesbian Love

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Part 1

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She held me in her arms for the very last time. We knew that our relationship is so toxic. I don't understand how we could even think we could be together from the very beginning we knew we were bad for each other but it was something to draw us closer no matter how hard we try to walk the other way.

I wanted this time to be different this time had to be special it had to change my body and my energy in a way that I would remember for the rest of my life what I was walking away from. I whispered into her ear " I want you to give me everything that you have that you've hid from me " she was shocked because she couldn't understand the dynamic of what I was saying to her. In reality I questioned if I knew myself. In that moment I wanted to drain every part of the energy that I gave to her from her soul just so that I would never have the energy to go back again.

She carried me to the room and placed me on the bed we began to do what we always do tossing and turning with in the sheets and making passionate love that somehow turned into angry sex. Kisses turned into bite marks and love taps turned into choking. This went on for hours as if we were the only two remaining people on this planet and we had something to prove. Then there was a moment where we locked eyes and it seemed like that moment when on forever but I know in reality it was longer than five seconds. I saw the reflection of the toxic behavior that was allowed and all the pain that we caused each other. How could we have ever believed this was love ?

Our bodies intertwined perfectly we fed each other's physical chemistry but our souls starved. I could not believe that we allow ourselves to be so intertwined that we did not see how damaging we were becoming not only to each other but ourselves. As we satisfied each other's bodies and rambled off fake " I love you". In that very moment we knew we would never love each other. We both loved the thought of love with a person that our body screamed for but our mind I was silent because it had no words.

If we had known it is where we would end up this would not be there would be no last time because there would not have been a first time. Learning and growing apart was our destiny no matter how much our bodies told us otherwise. So I thank her for the last time allowing our bodies to intertwine but after we climax we must say our final goodbyes. No matter how hard it may seem physically mentally it was a breeze. I'm letting go of someone with so much ease. Truth be told we were just placeholders in each others lives for a better moments. So as we let go for the very last time I send you off with good energy but none of my own because at this moment I know this is the last one we will ever share.

Part 2

Do you remember the girl I told you about? How our bodies were intertwined but our minds were never on the same wavelength. Well it turns out it seems that I have an addiction to her sometimes I just want her hands all over my body because it feels right even though my mind knows that its not right. I can't ignore my body is screaming out for her too much longer because then my mind and my body start a fight.

I tell myself there is no love going down that road there is nothing but sexual chemistry. My body is ignoring all of the warning signs just to get a piece of her once more I thought it was going to be my final goodbye. Turns out it was all a lie I'm begging and pleading for her to intertwine with me again because well I really don't know why. I can tell you this though I'm not gonna be foolish again and give her a piece of my mind I'm just gonna let her fondle the pieces of my body.

I tell myself that I don't need to give her pieces of my puzzle but somehow I trick myself into believing that she is the piece that completes me. How could I physically be so naïve but mentally be a warrior it doesn't go together but when I'm with her it doesn't have to make sense because in that moment all we need is the chemistry physically. I feel sick to my stomach each time I finish but yet somehow my body growls with hungry each time we're apart.

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