One summer I was invited to my lover’s place to retreat. I was feeling very stressed and he said that he had the cure “for all of that”.
I arrived looking worn out, my eyes full of tears. I can remember his words clearly: You need to take care of yourself.
He had cooked for me, he smiled as I tucked into the food and I barely talked. When I had finished he lifted me up and brought me to his bedroom.
Then he rubbed oil into my hair, took my clothes off slowly and massaged my back, moving his hands in gentle circles. He eased his way down to my legs and feet.
“Baby, you are so tense, it is ok you are with me now, relax”
So I closed my eyes and surrendered to his touch. I switched off. I stopped worrying about my issues, other people’s mess and how I could help them, or even help myself.
I felt his soft kisses on my neck, his tongue in my ear, his fingers touching my hips.
“You know I love you babe”, he said.
“I know” I replied
“But this has to stop, you can’t be everything to everybody”, he was visibly upset, he just held my hands.
“It’s ok I’m here now”.
I cried for a bit afterwards and he wrapped me in his arms and stroked my hair. We kissed and I could feel how hard he was, and he quickly said “We can just relax if you want”.
We must have fallen asleep, as I when I got up, he had set a bath for us. I loved seeing him naked he really was beautiful, tightly coiled black hair, smooth dark brown skin and he was built, muscles everywhere.
He put me in the bath, poured bubble bath on to a sponge and washed my back for me.
I watched him get in and I thought that he was going to sit behind me, but he sat near the taps, so that we were facing each other.
“You are all I care about, I will love you forever”
“Baby, I love you too”
“I want you to move in with me”
“Why? I’ll be alright”
“Will you?”
“Yes”
“I just want to be sure that you are happy”
“I am”
We cooked some food together, I asked him to taste the rice.
“Stay with me babe, I can’t take this any more”.
I touched his face and let him know that everything would be fine, that I would be ok.
He flicked through his records and I knew what he was looking for, he was searching for the first song that we had ever danced to. I knew that if he found it I was in for a night of pure pleasure.
The bass was thumping through the speakers and I pulled him close, pressed him up against the wall, rubbed my bum on his cock. He turned me around and we started to slow grind, I put my tongue in his mouth. He sucked on my bottom lip.
I reached for his cock and pushed it in to my pussy, I heard him moan “Baby”. We made love just that, with the music playing, our hips moving, our bodies connecting.
“Shit, the rice is burning”. The smell was wafting throughout the house.
We laughed and tried to rescue the burnt rice, but ordered some Chinese food as there was no way that we could possibly eat the remains.
I spent that Saturday, talking with my lover, actually listening to him and I learnt so much about him, what his dreams were and I wanted to be a part of them.
