I didn’t mean to but I did. Petal by petal, I opened up. Willingly, effortlessly, without doubt. Regret was nowhere on my mind. I could not remember where I was, it did not matter. What mattered was who I was with and I savored the moment. Every stroke was met with pulsating muscles, irregular breaths and whispers of gibberish. The pride I held so close was nowhere in sight. It felt like it took a long stroll and planned to return with ‘what ifs’ later.
What is the word youngsters call it? vibe. The vibe that resonated in the room could not have been more intense. I held on to his shoulders like my very existence depended on him. I let my tongue protrude and taste his lobes to bring some sort of pleasure because I felt guilty.
How could I possibly enjoy all this and he would not do the same? He said my name? He said my name! I was so used to my sounds that hearing from him meant I was not crazy. We were both feeling whatever this was. I opened my legs wider and let him take me deeper. He hit nerves, spots, crevices that i did know existed but had not explored. It was painfully sweet. I could not place what it tasted like. I licked my lips hoping the mere action would remind me of something I may have tasted. Nothing! What did bliss taste like? That’s what it felt like. My morals were out the thin walls as I vibrated. I was close.
I prided myself as one who took s*x as a game that only I could win. I could c#m if I wanted or make him work for nothing;yet I vibrated. Shamelessly. His pummeling increased in pace. There was a part of me that he was not hitting though.
No matter how deep we thought he went, he still was not close to the spot. So close, yet so far because we both knew the truth; He was not mine, I was not his, So he gave up, held me close and pulled out. His hot sperm spew on my stomach and I held him tighter as he jerked for a while. My spot reclined, my petals curled, not the same way that they were- but close.
– IFEANYI OBI