Brick by brick we built these walls around our hearts and then, like ugly buildings in cityscapes, we plaster, paint, then start again.
My journey to polyamory in my married life began like most people who I’ve chatted with about it: my husband and I lost the intimacy and connection we used to have.
Our table sat in a dimly lit corner of a side alcove off the main dining room in an aging Italian restaurant. We were fairly isolated from the rest of the diners, just the way Sir likes it. I pressed a glass of cool prosecco to my lips and drank in the smooth sparkling wine. As I swallowed, I felt the coolness in my throat followed by a heat rising to my cheeks. I could feel his eyes on me. I returned the glass to the table and slowly raised my eyes to meet his steel-gray stare. His gaze was amiable but intense. He was studying me. I felt my lips drying up from the drink, and ran my tongue over them to bring back some moisture. I smiled, he did not.
Warning: Contains explicit language and graphic sexual references. Only for readers 18+.
Daily life is never all about me. I go without a lot of things on the day to day in order to ensure that my family has what they need most. But there’s a moment, usually at the end of the day, when I want some me time. I want someone to take an interest in me. Let’s talk about the latest news, movie, or art exhibit. Ask about the books I’m reading or tell me you’ve been thinking about my body... Click for pic 📸
A toast to summer, glasses rise, so does fate. Painted flames light the sky to help celebrate. Hot days, cool nights, warm hugs, cold drinks. Listen close, hold my tongue, talk less, don’t jinx. Spin the globe and choose the place to be... anywhere in this world, yet tonight you’re with me. We stare, we drift, we drink, we talk. We laugh, we share, we kiss, we walk. Pour the wine and cocktails, and the sugar between. Hold my hand, lead the way, through your eyes to be seen— A city entangled, embraces success. New buildings and parks, all contrived from a mess. You’ve seen it go up, and you’ve watched it fall down. You’ve embodied the heart and the soul of this town. Yet tonight, your attentions stray not but a mile. On this ride, touch my leg, start a flame, make me smile. Body to body, stoke the fires within. Heat the oil, rub my back, up and down, then begin. A night full of magic, soon enough to expire. My words led you here, on a path to desire. It’s ok, I can tell, you were moved in a way, to ensure I remember summer nights in LA.