Category: FICTION SHORT STORIES (page 1 of 5)
14th February 2014.
“Hmmn, so another man will marry you like this?” he teased her, basking in the euphoria of a satisfied sex session, “The most beautiful woman, sweetest of all”
She laughed, shifting under the white sheets. Their bodies were still naked, cuddling each other. “If you didn’t break my heart, it would be you and I..”
“But I apologized..”
“I told you before, cheating is a no no …”
“Even when she didn’t mean anything?”
She rolled her eyes up at him.
“I see a Clayton Smith,” The receptionist announced, eyes still narrowed down to the screen. He lifted his gaze to me, “Can I see some ID please?”
“He’s here” I replied, and watched as Clayton walked up to me. He was wearing a dark blue shirt with a stripe of red and other colors on the upper right of the shirt, a black trouser and a brown Hermes pam slippers.
I instantly felt overdressed.
“Hey!” he said as he closed in on me. He reached out his arm and slightly hugged me from the side. He took two steps backwards and looked me over. “You look official” he remarked.
I liked his voice, I had always liked how he sounded…
It was a strong feeling, lust always is.
It deepened when we shared unclad photos of ourselves..
He was long, full and brown. He wasn’t excited yet he looked that enormous, I wondered what he would enlarge into when he was actually turned on.
That photo was cherished for many days.
I sent mine,with a cringe.
Still, I found myself, right after feeling embarrassed over the last photo sent, posing for another one, for him.
DOWNTOWN CHICAGO, ILLINOIS, 2016.
“You’re up?” Clayton’s DM read on my Instagram profile.
But I was only just waking up. His message was sent minutes past 1.am, while I was fast asleep.
I smiled, glad he texted because I had made up my mind not to pursue our friendship any longer. Not for anything he did wrong, but because I liked him too much…way too much.
I rolled over to my side,
That had to be his favorite word. I remember him saying it more times than he said any other singular word.
He wrote me when I accused him of being too direct in his texts.
That word, nothing else.
But that was Alexander, that was the way he communicated. He wasn’t a man to engage in too many words, not when he didn’t think it was necessary. Read more