Don’t you hate when you leave something?
I left my computer charger at my boyfriend’s house. Living off only an iPhone 5s for a week added stress to a procrastinating writer. But why did I wait so long?
Dealing with my boyfriend’s erratic schedule and subsequent quest for a new ID, had me avoiding him completely. I needed a break from the dull drums of everyday life.
I prefer a summer filled with fine wine and hot sex. Days getting high are days gone by. Looking for love in all the wrong places, had me lusting for new situations. But that’s the past. I’ve reformed—sorta.
I arrived one morning to the front door where my charger was conspicuously wrapped around his doorknob.
I crept up the stairs.
He emerged from the bedroom shirtless, dressed in plaid boxers. He kissed me. It was long and deep.
“I’ve missed you, baby.”
“I missed you too.”
He pulled down his pants, revealing his throbbing penis and shaved pubes. He rammed it in like he was on a mission. My ride waited out front while I got dicked-down on a plush pillow top queen-sized mattress.
“You want to get on top?”
“No, we don’t have time. We have to hurry.”
“Yes baby,” I continued bouncing my ass on his dick.
“Oh shit, I’m cumming. I love you, baby.”
“Fuck, I’m cumming too.”
I hopped in the shower immediately and washed the sex off me. Before I could take a rinse, he needed pliers to turn it on. Somehow, the knob was removed. This was a new geological level of ghetto.
As the water sprinkled down from the shower head, a mixture of relief and satisfaction poured over me. I tiptoed in a tiny white towel back to the room. I kissed him again. It’s amazing how happy one could be in the moment.
I hopped in the car refreshed like a secret tucked between my thighs. And I hoped this feeling would last forever.