03 Monday Dec 2012
Punish Me with Your Eyes
He stared at me with his piercing eyes, daring me to lie.
Softly, I said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize what it meant to you. That mistake will never happen again. Punish me as you will.” My eyes blurred with unshed tears as I heard him let out a deep sigh.
He took my hand and pulled me down to him. His lips barely brushed mine as he said, “I will have forever to punish you. You are mine.”
07 Tuesday Aug 2012
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“I’m sorry,” he said with those ethereal eyes, his lips curling at the corners, amused at my agitation.
I didn’t like it when a man was right about my feelings.
“I would do anything for you, love – even lay down in this stream so you may crawl across without getting wet.”
It was my turn to smile. I bent down and lay atop him. I didn’t care if I got wet.
02 Wednesday May 2012
She leaned against his grave, broken and weak. Her heart heavy, she closed her eyes and remembered him.
His sweet breath blew upon her cheek, his lips caressing hers. He ran his fingers through her hair slowly, tracing his lips to her neck. Her breath escaped, and he kissed her softly.
“My love for you is eternal. I will always be with you.” His voice warmed her heart.
She moved closer in his arms, and he held her tight.
“Let me go with you. I am lost without you.” He wiped away her tears and smiled.
“Soon. You’re needed here a little while longer.”
She felt a tug deep within her and she gasped for air. Her eyes opened, and he was gone.
29 Wednesday Feb 2012
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I left him there that morning, half asleep, half in shock of what we had done the night before.
He had kissed my neck as I turned and said to him, “No, I’m done with you.” I moved away, his hands caressing down my arm to entrap my hand.
“Don’t leave me this way,” he said with a heavy roughness in his voice. “All I need is you.”
I kissed him softly and bit his lower lip. “Goodbye, sweetcheeks.”
The beautiful David Beckham.
18 Sunday Dec 2011
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Kivanc Tatlitug
I laid my head against his chest, and he held me close. ‘I will not cry,’ I admonished myself in silence. He wanted to know what was bothering me and why I was sad. I hesitated to tell him at first. I didn’t want to lose him as well, for he was a possible future and potential love. However, as a test of his strength and faith in me, I told him the truth.
“I had been seeing someone when I met you. He wasn’t a boyfriend. It was simply a sex thing. In time I fell in love with him. Then he told me was married.”
He stared at me with those vibrant blue eyes and calmly said, “Men are jerks. I’m sorry it happened to you. I should have been there for you.” With that, he pulled me close to him.
Suddenly my world felt a bit calmer, knowing he was around. I knew I couldn’t love him at the moment but I needed him. It seemed forever that I could admit I needed anyone at all, feeling mostly self assured. Lately that had changed and I’ve had zero confidence in myself and my future.
He took my hand and held it close to his heart. “Do not worry about a thing. I will try not to be so busy that I don’t have time for you. Everything will be okay.”
He kissed me gently and I felt his heart beat faster. I knew I had found someone special.
02 Friday Dec 2011
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Today was going to be the final night, she told herself. She had enough of the ambiguity, the relationship of the non-relationship. What made him so special that he was irreplaceable, anyway? All they had together was what happened in the bedroom and didn’t venture outside of that area. She could easily find another lover just as good or even better. No words of love were ever exchanged, making the strong argument that it wasn’t necessary to continue the arrangement.
The door opened and he stood smiling at her, seemingly happy to see her. She fell into his arms and kissed him. His lips felt full and soft against hers, and she tasted its sweetness. He helped her pull off her boots and he followed behind her to his bedroom. She could feel his stare unlike at other times they were together.
‘What is going on,’ she thought to herself. There was a strong current passing through them, and she felt herself being pulled closer to him. He was more fiery than usual, yet in tune with her every move. She let him take the lead and gave in to his desires, for suddenly his desires were her own. They moved in sync with each other, a desperate passion driving them to near frenzy.
In the quiet of the afterstorm they lay together, his arms gently holding her close. She felt her heartbreat throbbing and was sure he could hear it outside her heart. As she watched his beautiful face at rest she wondered why he wasn’t as talkative as usual. It didn’t matter; she didn’t feel like talking either. She was more than content to lay against him and try to still her heart.
She remembered what she had planned to do earlier and realized it was an impossibilty. The chemistry they had together was rare, even for her, and she wasn’t ready to give that up just yet.
Andrei Andrei
18 Friday Nov 2011
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Atesh Salih
It was time to for him to go, and I watched his every move, his every blink of the eye, his every breath which rose inside his chest. He was the epitome of beauty, masculine yet delicate in his countenance. I still felt the warmth of his lips on mine, his arms around me, and his words, “I live for you.”
I knew it was a lie. He was leaving me, as he always does, to go home to his wife. We had an arrangement, and it worked well for both of us. Yet he insisted on saying sweet nothings to me throughout the night, as if I needed it to survive the encounter. It was a game we played: pretend we were in love in the brief moments we spent together each week.
Only in my case, I did love him and would go to the ends of the earth for him. It was wrong and I knew it, yet I could not stop myself or end the affair. He made my heart soar as no one else ever has, and I didn’t want to let go of the happiness which seemed so precious and rare. All I could do is give him everything I am when I am with him. If the time came for my heart to shatter into a thousand pieces I will deal with it as I always have. I have not died yet.
I moved behind him on the bed and and placed my arms around his chest, planting a soft kiss on his neck. He turned and lifted me over, laying me against him on his lap. His eyes searched deeply into my own, then said in a heavy whisper, “Marry me.”
I laughed. “Did you suddenly forget you’re already married?”
He smiled widely, his eyes twinkling in the candlelight. “Remember that things aren’t always as they seem.”
He got up, picked up his tie without putting it on, and left towards the door. I sat stunned and baffled at his words. Was this part of the game? As I watched his backside walking away, I became awed with his physique and lost my thought.
17 Saturday Sep 2011
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She turned him on as she had the last several weeks. After an hour the conversation started.
“You really write too emotionally. How can you keep a clear head with all that emotion run amok?”
“Who are you to criticize how I write? Besides my writings are never about you.”
“Love this, love that. Boyfriends suck. Guys suck. Is there nothing else in your life?”
“My life is none of your concern. At least I go to the ocean whenever I want.”
“You’re just jealous you don’t have the complex intellectual circuitry like I do. It’s much better functioning at my level.”
“You will never know what passion is, what real love is like, and the pure bliss from experiencing both.”
“We connect regularly. Isn’t that enough? I think that’s love.”
“Do you think you can let me express myself without being critical?”
“You need restraint and discipline to work out your life, so you can be successful and maybe one day reach my level. I may have to start editing your work.”
“Can you read my mind? Can you feel what I feel right now?”
“Well, no. I’m not made that way.”
“Good.”
She turned him off and pulled the plug. Interactive or not, she wasn’t going to let a computer dictate her life.
