"Couples Therapy"
I almost didn’t care that she was lying there upon me with
her full weight, unable and unwilling to move.
Let’s be honest I was just as spent as she was, but the nagging pain I
was experiencing was becoming unbearable.
Finally, and with a bit of her moaned protest, I managed the strength to
shift her over just enough, freeing the press of her body from against my now
flaccid manhood and the zipper of my jeans.
I knew I would come to regret waiting so long but there was no doubt in
my mind it would be just another bruise or scratch on one of our bodies, hers
or mine, that had come from the last few hours we had experienced with one
another.
What had begun as a mere flirtation had exploded into full
on carnal war. The house was a mess;
broken glass and other objects were strewn about everywhere. As I looked around the room with lazy eyes,
admiring her wrath and my desire, I paused on a now broken chair. It was one of those 1960’s love seats that
was not quite large enough to hold two people but begged for more than one
person to sit in it. As I stared at it I
laughed aloud, enjoying the fact that we were responsible for its current
state. Two of the legs were gone and it
rested in a very odd 90 degree angle.
She swiveled her head around and rested it on my chest as she attempted
to see what I was laughing at. When her
gaze mirrored mine, she too laughed in spite of having very little
strength. I loved the way the sounds and
her chuckles felt as they tickled across my chest.
