A collection of short stories

In the Glass Ball

December 4th, 2018; first day of winter break.

The bracing breeze of the winter evening whirled outside of Emilio's livingroom window making me feel like I was living in a snowglobe. A warm fire positioned in front of me set the mood for the season, littered in Christmas garland and stockings hung on the mantle. To the left of the fireplace sits a 6' Christmas tree, gleaming with white lights and aesthetically pleasing white and glass ornaments, delicately hung from its branches. A plethora of presents already lied under the tree waiting for the 25th.

In an instance, I felt Emilio's hands come over my eyes as he giggled teasing, "guess who?"

A smile stretched across my face as I turned around to see Emilio standing right behind the couch, with an equally large smile spread across his face.

"Whatcha lookin' at," he said, gesturing to my phone. 

"It's nothin' much, I'm just reading some Times articles," I said, blushing slightly at Emilio's mere presence.

"Anything interesting?"

"Nope, not really."

Emilio took my reply as an invitation, flinging himself over the back of the couch, sitting next to me. Without words, Emilio took my phone out of my hand and placed it onto the coffee table. He then took the blanket I had been wrapped up in and placed it behind him, on the couch, as he began to lean over me, positioning me underneath him, between his legs.

"Hey, I was using that," I said teasingly.

He bent down and whispered into my ear, "Don't worry Lo, you won't need that blanket anymore, I'll keep you warm."

I tensed at his words, feeling my stomach fill with anticipation, and my heart fill with love.

Emilio must have noticed my change in body language, as his head nuzzled into the crook of my neck, leaving feather-light kisses. Slowly, his mouth moved along my collar bone, up to my jawline, and finally connected with my lips. The mood of the evening set in, and Emilio's piercing blue eyes turned lustful as I tangled my hands into his raven black hair -- my favourite thing in the world. My actions lead him to let out a slight moan, which only signalled a moan to escape my mouth.

Having received the response he was looking for, Emilio deepened our kiss pushing past my lips and tangling our tongues. He shifted his weight to his right arm, lifting his left hand to cup my face like I was a fragile porcelain doll. I am a lot paler than him, but the warm glow of the fire gave my skin a slightly darker hue.

Emilio removed his right hand from my face, moving it to the strip of exposed skin that lied right above the waistband of my shorts. Pushing my shirt up, he slowly leaned away from our kiss, allowing me to fully remove it, and discard of it onto the floor beside us. As I removed my shirt, Emilio marvelled at my body saying, "damn babe, you're hot."

I locked eyes with him and just blushed, covering my face with my hands. Not wanting to take me out of my self induced awe, he just simply removed his shirt, following the same path as mine. I tried hard to look away, but I couldn't, removing my hands from my face, I looked up to him, admiring the canyon of abs that were etched perfectly into his stomach, obviously as a result of his hard work. He was in the "A boat" for a reason*.

Seeing me staring, Emilio looked down at me and said, "Shit Lo, if you keep looking at me like that I'm not gonna be able to control myself."

Teasing him slightly I replied, "Well what if I don't want you to control yourself."

At this reply, Emilio removed his legs from either side of my hips, standing up in front of the couch, with the fire acting as a comforting backlight. I then sat up, trying to anticipate what he would do next, when he pulled me up, off of the couch and into his arms, only to fall back down onto the couch so I lied on top of him. As he completed this action, our lips joined in another passionate embrace while moans flowed out of each of our mouths. Taking charge, I removed my lips from his, and place my hands onto his belt, undoing the clasp and his zipper in the process, wanting nothing more than to get closer to him.

Lust pooled in his eyes as he grabbed my wrists from his waist and pulled them down onto the arm of the couch behind him. He let go of my wrists for a quick second, and as gravity did its job, forcing our lips together, Emilio reached behind my back to unclasp my bra. Emilio then moved fast, pushing the clasps to either side of my back, and grabbing the straps to push them off of my arms and dispose of the bra onto the floor. A squeak left my lips and fell into Emilio's, as our kiss continued through the entire gesture. Then, wanting to be even closer, Emilio wrapped his hands around my back again and pulled me down until my chest collided with his.

Not totally satisfied with how close we were, Emilio rolled me over onto my side, so I was sandwiched between him and the back of the couch. I smile into our kiss as he moves his left hand from my back to between my legs, teasing my sensitive spot through my shorts.

I respond by reaching my right hand to his belt loop, pulling his hips close to me and reaching my hands down his pants, to satisfy him through his underwear. He moans into my touch and moves his hand from outside of my shorts to in, resting his palm on my bud. I gasp at the sensation, causing our lips to disconnect. At that moment, I look into Emilio's eyes, once filled with lust, now filled with love. My heart jumps into my mouth, and I blurt out, "I love you so much Emilio," as my hand moves further down his crotch to close the distance between us again.

Before finding my lips again, he looks me in the eyes and says, "I love you too Lo. I love you so damn much." He says, finally reuniting our lips, in a less heated and more passionate kiss.

     I love this man so much. I thought as I let myself get carried away in the moment.

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Hope you enjoyed! I was feeling like writing a more... promiscuous type of scene. But a... so yeah... hope ur enjoying my writing and lmk whatcha think. : )

*The "A boat" is a term used for the best boat you can be in for rowing, being in the "A boat" means you're fast, lean, and have great rowing technique (I've never seen anyone write about rowing in this situation before so I decided to do it :).