Willow

Willow

She giggled every stumbling step she made as I walked behind her carefully steadying her progress.  When we finally reached the bedroom she turned and paused, staring into my eyes.  “I love you baby.” she whispered.  “I know you do.” I responded quietly as a wide smile flashed across my face.  “And I love you.”  We were at the close of another of our popular wine a cheese parties and it seems my wife may have had just a bit too much red wine this time around. 

As we drew closer to our bed she nearly flew into it, launching herself the last few feet in the air and flopping with a muffled thud onto the comforter that lay on top.  She laughed uncontrollably and rolled over, once again staring at me seemingly lost in thought.  As I reached out and began removing her black lace high heels her laughter quieted and the smile on her face faded.  “You are so good to me.” She slurred a bit as she said this.  “You are worth every ounce of my time sweetie.” I replied as my heart fluttered. 

I could not believe how lucky I was to be married to this simply radiant and somewhat drunk women that lay before me.  Her blue eyes glinted with the glaze of intoxication and she was yet again smiling.  “Will you help me?” she purred.  “I am.” I said.  “Will you help me out of my dress?”  She said as she squirmed to the edge of the bed and stood up.  I licked my lips at the sight of her.  She had turned with her back toward me and motioned to the zipper at the top of her gorgeous form fitting black dress.  I reached out and moved her long raven hair to the side so that it would not get in the way and I slowly slid the zipper along the curve of her back allowing my eyes to enjoy every bit of her as I did this.

Clara

Clara

She is inescapable.  Times stretches along in varied silences and suddenly, just when we are prepared forget one another, she appears like the sun breaking through on a cloudy day.  She is a sin I know I should not commit and yet here I am, once again standing before her.  Or rather, she stands before me, an offering of desire ready to sate my needs. 

I want to tell her no.  I want to turn and leave before I once again allow the pull that binds us to strengthen.  But who are we fooling?  As she lays her soft finger across my dry lips, she shushes me, grabbing at my belt with her other hand and pulls me into her.  Our eyes lock and the world around us melts away. 

My heart pounds and my breathing quickens.  Any fight or resistance I had escaped with the smile I bear that she easily and wordlessly coaxed from me.  As her small cold hands slip beneath my jeans searching out my heat I look behind her toward the clock on the wall.  It will be hours before she must vanish.  I turn my head to the door just as my pants and she slip to the floor, I focus on the handle, comforted by the fact that she had locked it behind her when she came in.  She knew what she was doing.