“Let me hold you tight
If only for one night
Let me keep you near
To ease away your fear
It would be so nice
If only for one night
I won’t tell a soul
No one has to know
If you want to be totally discreet
I’ll be at your side
If only for one night
Your eyes say things I never hear from you
And my knees are shakin’ too
But I’m willin’ to go through
I must be crazy
Standin’ in this place
But I’m feeling no disgrace
For asking”…- Luther Vandross – “If Only For One Night.”
I wasn’t expecting to see anyone in the lobby, especially at that time of night. I’d just walked my friend out and was on my way back into the hotel when I saw him. He was standing there, looking down at his phone and I was half hoping he wouldn’t even notice me, not the way I was dressed in my bare feet and lounging pants and hair looking all frizzy and shit. But the other half was hoping he would notice me; the other half was already hoping he’d…
He looked up and I swear it was like a scene straight out of a chick flick.
I know. Wow.
You’re just, you’re so….
So are you…
Julia. It’s so nice to meet you.
It’s so nice to meet you, Shawn.
So what are doing here at this time?
My girlfriend was here, she’s from out of town, and she just left to catch her flight, so I just walked her out to say goodbye. What are you doing here?
I’m actually supposed to be going home. I was just at a party.
Well, yes, supposed to…
There was a pause for a few seconds. We just stared and smiled. I looked down shyly and he laughed. Then he spoke:
I’m not ready to leave.
We stood there, just smiling and watching each other again. You could tell from looking at us that our wheels were turning, we were contemplating things in our minds. I spoke next:
I can’t take my eyes off you.
I know. I can’t either. I can’t believe you’re just standing here looking at me like this. You’re a beauty.
He was sweet. He looked sweet. How stupid could I be, thinking someone looked sweet? I swear it was like that cartoon where the devil sits at one shoulder and the angel at the other shoulder, trying to tell you what to do. All I knew was I didn’t want to never have contact with this boy again.
Listen, this is crazy, but I swear I’m not crazy and if you are crazy, then I’m even crazier but….my friend’s gone and I’ve got her room till morning. You want to, just, maybe, I don’t know, chill, hang out, have a smoke….do you even smoke?
Yeah I do actually….
Well, then, how about we just hang out and smoke and talk and no one has to leave yet?
I’d like that.
His smile made me smile. I couldn’t stop staring. I kept shaking my head and playing with my hands. I wasn’t nervous, I was giddy. I wanted this boy at my side. I wanted to touch him and kiss his cheek and I just wanted to….love him, if only for one night…
He followed me through the corridor and into the room. I let him in and closed the door behind him. I offered to take his jacket and he took it off and handed it to me. I noticed his arms and the snug shirt. He was thin, athletically so and I got an urge to hug him. I hung up his jacket and turned to him. He was rubbing his hands together like he was cold, or nervous, or both.
This is crazy. You’re beautiful.
This is so crazy. And you’re beautiful. And just so you know, I swear I don’t do this. I’ve never done this. Ever.
Neither do I. But, here we are right? Both of us being crazy together.
I sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for him to sit down. He did. He sat down, close enough where our thighs were touching. He didn’t move.
It was stupid and crazy and fun and just overwhelmingly romantic all at the same time. Conversation flowed and eventually we got so comfortable that we were laying on the pillows, propping our heads up on our elbows, close enough to touch. He held my hand, I’d touch his arm, wanting always to keep the connection between us, wanting always to make sure the attraction was still there. And two hours passed, just like that.
I reached out to touch his face, unable to resist any longer. I wanted more. I ran my index finger along his cheekbone and he closed his eyes and welcomed my touch.
I feel so right with you. This feels so right. I don’t want this night to end. Do you feel this energy? Do you feel this between us?
I didn’t know what to say. I felt it. I felt his warm energy and his sweet vibe and I wanted it. I wanted it to continue. I leaned over and kissed him, pressing my lips tightly to his. His eyes softened visibly and he almost melted into me, responding more than I expected. He moaned. I moaned. He laid his hand over my cheek and I was right where I needed to be. I said:
I don’t even know you. But I want this. I want you. Let me love you. You should let me love you, just tonight…
“I feel like I belong here, with you. I don’t want to leave.”
His smile spoke a hundred words. His eyes a hundred more.
“I can’t stop staring at you. I love your face.”
His hand around my neck, ready to embrace. My heart skipped.
“Your lips are so soft.”
My mind reeled. He wasn’t him. This wasn’t him. He couldn’t be. I couldn’t be.
“And you smell good. God you smell so good.”
Chance encounters, real connections, love affairs waiting to happen.
“I want you, I want all of you, I want to devour every part of your body.”
Smiles, kisses, glances, touches, past and present, past lingering more than the present, love and lust, infatuation and crushes.
“You even taste good.”
Groans and moans and scratches and feelings. Hard and soft and wet and convulsing.
“I don’t want to leave.”
You want to know how I imagine you in my mind? This is it:
I picture a lion, eyeing his prey. That’s what you look like to me, just not as…threatening. And you embrace me once you reach me, your arms tightly wound on my back. And when your grip loosens, just a smidge, your hands drop, below my waist, just above the curve of my behind, as you wait for comfirmation from me, urging you to go ahead, go lower.
And you do. Your long fingers curl just right, a perfect fit on my curves, and you bury your head into my neck and you inhale. You comment on my scent, how I smell just as you imagined and your lips graze my earlobe. I shiver, warm tingles filling up my insides.
I’m responding just how you want me to so you continue. Your mouth plays at my ear, inaudible murmurs escaping my throat. My hands are clenching your biceps now, my head turned to enable your mouth full access.
Your tongue traces every inch of skin, my cheek, my brow, my eyelids, the bridge of my nose; you pause to plant a kiss on my mouth. You stop to look at me and continue your exploration, gently leaving kisses along my jawline, my chin, down my neck and into my valley.
I’m digging into your shoulders now, my knees weak, my head light, thoughts of wanting to get laid down.
…in my head, late at night.
His fingers strummed my hips. I laid on the spot in his arms, that nook right below his shoulder. His lips grazed my forehead. My hand rested on his stomach, my fingers playing with the drawstring of his sweat pants. I was two glasses of wine in. He, a few beers.
I sensed the change in his breathing, proof of his arousal…
The strumming became stroking. I let my fingers glide over the fabric, gently scratching his erection on my way back up. A smile creeped my lips.
“Pull it out,” he demanded. I teased.
His hands were now rough and possessive on my skin, reaching up to grab a fistful of hair. My head was thrown back. My eyes met his; dark, hazy. That look.
I couldn’t wait. I swept down and took the length of him in my mouth, forcing as much as I could bear. My favourite sound escaped his lips.
There was no time wasted. He stood up and led me to his bedroom, forcing my body to bend over the side of his bed. He pulled my pants down with one hand, while the other wrapped around my waist.
“You ready?” He reached in between my legs. “Oh, you’re ready.”
In an instant I was filled, my whole existence succumbing to this force of his, this awareness of pleasure deep within my walls.
I couldn’t think, couldn’t process, couldn’t wait to feel what I’d been missing.
He moved within me, his strokes getting faster, my body matching his rhythm.
“You want this?” He pulled me up and turned me to face him. I nodded. His lips grazed my chin. I lifted my head, granting him full access. His head dipped and his tongue flicked at the skin on my throat. He knew I wanted it.
I sat down and pulled him down with me.
My hands slid down his back and over his behind, cupping the round flesh in my palms. I adjusted my position and he thrust inside me, groans of pleasure between us. He smiled down at me and I smiled up at him. That moment being the one I look forward to every time, when I know what comes next.
He pushed into me, my legs wrapping immediately around him, his mouth on my breasts and my neck and my hair and my mouth. His tongue moved in unison with his hips, pushing me slightly higher into a different state of mind.
“Who’s my man?” I said in between gasps of pleasure.
“I am. I’m your man. I’m your man and you’re about to feel…” His voice broke off as he pounded deeper, looking into my eyes as I stared intently back into his.
“Come for me,” he whispered. “Come with me.”
It was as if on command. My body responded as my legs stretched out beneath him, the waves threatening to crash inside and over and under and….
….words jumbled together: Fuck. Man. Baby. Jesus. Oh. Kiss. Fuck. Baby. Girl. Yes. Yes. Yes.
I clung to his shoulders, aware of the throbbing going on between us, the fierce madness my insides hadn’t felt in so long. I cried out, the sound stuck in my throat, tears welling in my eyes. He sensed the force that was threatening to weaken me so he pulled me close, covering my mouth with his, one hand around my neck and again commanded, “Let it go. Give it to me.” Once, twice, three times my body convulsed under his weight, relief and satisfaction apparent in my limbs, both of us trying to steady the heavy breathing.
And it ended exactly how it began. I laid on the spot in his arms…his fingers strumming…
…and his lips grazed my forehead.
after a couple of days away,
a few licks and
the feeling of a popped cherry;
we use chairs and
other household accessories as well
with the goal of uncaging
a singing Canary;
because the explosion
got her fluttering;
the sweet taste of honey
coating the tongue,
going smoothly down my throat;
please put on a show,
let me spark up the evo,
3D, you holding your legs by your knees;
reaching out for my extension,
that feeling tension
making it hard for you
push, then breathe
put it all on repeat…
it ain’t like you’re going to
insist that I leave.
And here you come.
Written by Lawrence Peoples a.k.a. People’s G. Riot ©
I know it’s your day but I want to unwrap you. I want to peel away every item that’s keeping me from…
….that skin. That milk chocolate that melts in my mouth. Sweet. Delicious.
I want to intertwine my fingers with yours and look into your eyes and let you know when…
…I’m ready. That mouth that speaks nothing but sweetness, talking about “princess” and “baby” but you know I ain’t nobody’s princess. Take me from this kingdom though….
….take me anywhere.
It’s your birthday. Feel free to take me anywhere. Take this love I give you, do with it as you please.
I’ll make you remember today, make you wish every day was your birthday. I’ll blow at your ear the way I do and lick your navel like you like me to. Heh. You got me rhyming.
Lets celebrate. Let me unwrap you. And then…
…you can unwrap me too.
Happy birthday Michael.
Five years. We met for the first time right after your birthday; I wanting to make up for lost time, you wanting to stop time. Nothing’s changed since then aside from stronger feelings and happier hearts. And you? You make this heart smile. From the moment you pulled at my coat collar to kiss me, lips quivering in anticipation, hearts pounding, you had me.
I want to celebrate. Unwrap me now…