Happy Sabbath

Song of Solomon 7:6-13 ESV

How beautiful and pleasant you are, O loved one, with all your delights! Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters. I say I will climb the palm tree and lay hold of its fruit. Oh may your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the scent of your breath like apples, and your mouth like the best wine. It goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding over lips and teeth. I am my beloved's, and his desire is for me. ...

I had a routine every Saturday. I get up early in the morning. I pray to God and I am thankful for everything that he has given me. I thank him for giving me another day of life. I thank God for letting me see the sun. I thank him for letting the sun touch my skin. I'm thankful for being alive. I try to be as grateful as possible. I spend six days of the week being upset because I feel voids all around me. It's the only day I want to feel a peace. I leave my bed to get dressed. As I'm ready to fill my spirit, I prepare my body, my temple, as well. I get a good workout in. I sweat and a glisten. I feel really good about myself. I'm ready to take the words from the Bible to the next level.

I go upstairs to take a shower and I see my husband still laying in bed. So I have to ask, "Are we going to church today? " He replies, "Nah, my body is aching. I need some rest." Deep down inside this infuriates me. When he says that he needs rest, I know that it's an all day event . I work long hours too. I drain myself daily mentally. But I still make time for myself to work out. I take care of all the household stuff. Technically its all mine to bear. It's a level of laziness that I put up with. And it saddens me at the same time because I said, "I do."

I'm not really motivated for anything at this moment. I cleaned up a little bit around the house. And I'm about to surf the Internet. You texted me, "Good morning sexy." Your text messages always make me smile. I'm an open book when it comes to texting you. I tend to write novels about my life via a text Sometimes you respond and sometimes you don't. I know on the other end of the phone there's a person who's going through their own trials and tribulations. You have your own platter of crap that you deal with day in and out. However, I seem to be a scapegoat for unfiltered pleasures. We don't need words. We just do. You sneak a little conversation with me. You ask me what I'm doing for the day. Still mad at my husband, I complained that I was not doing anything because he was tired. I was wide awake and doing nothing. But I changed the subject and ask what you were doing. I was expecting no answer. But you replied." Let me see you. " I thought this was an invitation for a FaceTime moment. You then mentioned how your wife had taken the kids to see some relatives. Usually when you go visit relatives, the whole family goes. So I suspected that something had happened. But I don't ask questions. I accept the circumstances for their face value. Then you added," just get ready. I will see you soon."

I did not say either yes or no. But there was something that told me to change from my comfortable sweat suit outfit to something more appropriate to go out. I rushed to the bedroom to get dressed. I just picked out something I could wear as if I was going to church. I wore a black maxi dress and added a floral blazer. I added some heels. I did not care to do my hair. I ran my fingers through my hair just to reposition some stray strands. As I was getting ready, I looked towards the bed and all I saw was my husband rolling over.  I thought how he wouldnt even notice that I was gone.

I placed so much faith in your text. We lived in different worlds. Actually, we lived in different states. But since I was committed to entanglement, you haven't let me down. You've always been there. You always showed up whenever you said you would. About 2 hours later I heard my phone ping. It was you. "I'm outside." I did not recall giving you my address. However, I know that there are ways around the World Wide Web that would allow me to find anyone I really wanted to find. You must have used those skills to find me as well. I opened my front door, and I see a beautifully cleaned white Tesla. When you have that type of fuel economy, you can definitely go anywhere you want to go.

I never defined your personality. I did not have expectations of what you could do. I know when I'm with you, I just get lost. With you, I never asked questions. It's nice to sit in the passenger side of a car for once. I see that we're starting to drive up north. I was so curious to know where we were going. I trusted you. You laid your right hand out onto the mid console of vehicle with your palm up. It was an invitation to place my hand there and so I did. With you, I stopped overthinking. I lived in the present and savored each moment. Living in the present was felt good nice. I let you drive and i looked out the window. I recognized the area. We were entering the town of Wilmington, Delaware. Then we headed towards the Riverfront. I've never explore these areas before.

Timothy's Riverfront Grill was our first stop. I can only imagine driving around like a NASCAR driver can make you hungry. The car got parked and we headed inside. I was feeling numb today. I was torn between worlds. Even though my fantasy world was becoming a reality, I couldn't crack a smile. You noticed that and you caressed my cheek. "My sweet girl, get whatever you like." My frustrations were getting the best of me. I finally found something that interested me; a chicken quesadilla. However, it would be the cocktail that would ease me. It was called a Strawberry Henneything. It was composed of Hennessey, grand Marnier,  strawberry puree, sour mix, and sprite. I didn't know what half of the ingredients were. But I want to kill my tension.

You ordered your meal. Soon the drinks were served. My drink looked so pretty. I let you take a taste. "Well that's strong. Baby are you okay?" When you ask me questions, I turn into putty. I'm so compelled to be so truthful to you. "I just hate him." My gaze aims towards the table and away from you. I'm ashamed of having these feelings while I'm with you. You take one of my hands and you just hold it. We spend a little time chit-chatting and enjoying each other's company. You eventually pull out your card from your wallet and ask for the check. It was nice to see someone else pulling out their card.

You took my hand, and we walked towards the car. Our ride was short as we pulled up to the next destination. It was a nice hotel by the waterfront. You grabbed my hand and you walked inside together. You pull out your card again and spoke to the receptionist. I shook my head and smiled. I needed this. I know that shortly I was going to melt everything away. That one cocktail affected my nether regions. My other appetite  insued. I so wanted to feel you. We walked towards the elevator and then I heard my phone ping. I did not care who it was. The elevator door is open and we walk in. The elevators doors closed. I stared into your eyes. And I kissed you softly. I'm tease your lips with mine. I licked your lips with my tongue. You grinned at me.

The elevator doors open up, and we start heading towards a room. You grabbed my hand and we walk with a sense of urgency. You also heard the phone ping initially. You knew what that meant. But it didn't happen again. We reached the room and my eyes opened up widely. It was breathtaking. There was a whole wall of windows. There was a beautiful view of the Riverfront. It looks so picturesque. Then I saw the large king size bed. It was calling for my attention. I felt you embrace me from behind. You nibbled on my earlobe. My frustrations have seemed to just disappear. You felt the tension melt away from my body as I started to breathe deeply. I let out sighs of relief. You turned me around and fully kiss me. Your hands starts wander as they want to peel the layers of my clothing off. I stop6 you and I look at the window.

You walk towards the windows and pull the shades across. Dimming the lighting in the room. "You're all mine now." I loved it when you talk to me like that. I loved melting for you. You went back to kissing me and you peeled my blazer back. The dress I wore was sleeveless so you kissed my shoulders. What you did on one side, you would do for the other. One strap of the dress fell off my shoulder. Then the other strap fell off the other shoulder. You pulled the dress down. It was one of those fancy dresses with the shape we're built in so no bra or panties required. So I stood there just in heels. I stepped out of my heels, and I waited for you.

"Lay down on your stomach," you stated. I did just that. I was right in the middle of this giant bed.  I was getting lost in it. I made sure i was comfortable as I laid my head on a pillow. It was getting cold in the room, and goosebumps started to cover my skin. I felt your presence around my ankles. You had something in your hands, but I couldn't tell what it was until you started massaging my calves. You had taken the lotion found in the bathroom and started rubbing me. I looked back at you and I giggled and smiled. You worked your way up my thighs. I love the way you touched me. You really meant it. Your hands reached my butt. You squeezed the soft padding.  You then proceeded to bite my cheek. You caught my reaction and you stared at me with desire. You moved your fingers towards inside of my thighs separating my legs open a little bit. One of your fingers continued into me. Why do you tease me like that? It would make me want to yell out, "Just fuck me already." But I wouldn't let those dirty thoughts get in the way of this moment. I wanted to savor it.

You've seen my tattoo plenty of times with our encounters. But this time you rubbed on it. You kissed on it. You then ran your tongue across it. I felt your tongue work up my spine. And then you stopped. I looked back and I saw you get off the bed and you start taking your clothes off. My hips swayed from the side to side on the bed just waiting. I felt so relaxed and nothing was going on. However, the anticipation was making me wet. I wanted you to keep going but I had not words. I waited for you. I felt you climbing onto the bed over me. Your kisses started back up on my spine. You felt me breathing deeply. You heard me sigh with relief. I felt you straddle me as both hands started massaging my lower back pressing hard. You heard me moon with satisfaction. And you kept doing it all the way till you reached my shoulders. You bent over and I felt the weight of your chest on my back. You kissed the back of my neck.

I felt your manhood laying between my cheeks. You started dry humping me slowly. I grabbed two fistful of the sheets. I started to beg for more. I felt you reposition yourself opening my legs up. I felt your dick caress my skin as it lowered itself to another region. I felt your hands lifting my hips so slightly just so you could accommodate the penetration. The tip of your dick teased me as a barely pierced into me. You felt me so wet. I took a bite out of my pillow because I wanted to scream,  "Hurry up already fuck me." But I waited patiently for you. I found you opening me up. Even though I was wet I was still very tight from the tension. "Feels so good, " you moaned. You got yourself all the way inside of me. I felt one of your hands slip around my hips and started playing with my clit. You knew what buttons to press already. I rocked my body in the opposite directions of your thrust so I could feel you go deeper inside of me. I bit the pillow and I let him really loud moan out. Then you slowed down and stopped. I felt you pull yourself out of me.

Most of the time we play it safe. We have an unspoken rule about protection. But with the haste, I forgot to grab a condom for you to wear. I knew you realize that you were doing me Raw. I look back and I wonder if we're done. I saw you sitting at one corner of the edge of the bed. And you stated "Come here." I push myself up from my laying position and I crawl to you. I sat behind you. My hands fondled your arms and then shoulders. I lightly gave you a neck rub. "No, sit right here." So I straddle you. We were chest to chest naked looking into each other's eyes. You held me. Then you looked into my eyes and ask me the question, "Where is the condom?" My heart sank with disappointment since I realized that this would probably killed the mood. I stated, " I forgot it." The disappointment had gotten to me. I wanted to get off of you but you held me. You look into my eyes and replied, "I want to bust in you."

I absolutely lost my mind, and said, "Okay." I didn't worry too much because I knew I could go to the pharmacy and get a plan B. Even with the dangers I was facing with this option, I wanted it as well. I wanted you to fill me up with your juices. I wanted to feel dirty as it ran down my leg before showering. I really wanted to be yours. I repositioned my straddle so that you could go back inside of me. We had this intimate moment where we just held each other as I rode you. Then you grabbed my ass and  squeeze it. You started to roughen up your thrust. I couldn't help myself. I didn't want to be nice while we fucked. I pushed you down. You laid there as I continued to ride. I grinded on  you. I took you deep into me. I felt my juices on you. My clit kept rubbing up against your pelvic bone. I was going to come. But I wanted more fucking. So I would stop grinding. I would just bounce up and down on you. Fast and shallow bouncing up and down on your shaft. I felt like I was going to come that way as well. So I would switch back to grinding. I felt my wetness on my inner thighs. I was not sorry for making a mess on on you. You wanted me to relax. I was definitely going to relax. I placed your hands on my tits and I wanted you to squeeze them. You lifted yourself up and you placed one of my nipples in your mouth. Holy fuck! That drove me over the edge. I tossed my head back as I came on you. I love the way you made me come. But just because I came didn't mean I wanted to stop I wanted you to come really hard in me. I thought you would like the fact that I kept riding even though I came. It was as if I was trying  for a second round for myself. Actually I was. We would both reap from the rewards of me doing so.

"You're so gorgeous," you moaned. I felt you pushing back up on me. Sweat had started to form on my chest and on the rest of the curves of my body. I saw the beads of sweat form when you're a chest as a temperature rolls within the room. My body was fully arched as I rode you uncontrollably. "Yes!" You exclaimed. I felt you gushing inside of me. Then I heard my phone ping.  I refocus to the throbbing cock that was inside of me. It's pulsed. I felt it all. It was so different than other times. The debate of condom usage played in far distance in the back of my head.

The phone actually rang. I ignored it. But then it rang a second time. It was the buzz kill. I answered it. It was my husband wondering where I was. He had woken up  about half an hour ago.  I looked for the room clock and it read 3:05 pm. He asked me if i was going to be home soon so that we can go to evening church service. I looked at you as I answer, "Yes."  Then i hung up the phone. I felt a piece of me die at the moment. I wanted the moments i was having with you  to last forever. I felt my eyes swell up with tears. I tilt my head down and put the phone away. I turn to you and with a smile I say, "Shower time?"

For once, i didn't have to climb into a  tub to take a shower. It was a sexy walk in shower with dual shower heads. One of them being a hand-held. I started the shower. Luckily, I didn't do my hair to begin with. A shower was not going to bring any suspicions home.  I took a hold of the hand held showerhead and started rinsing myself. I then turned to you and sprayed you. Silly me, you were already getting wet due to your own showerhead.  You laughed at my silliness. You then grabbed me. We kissed underneath the water. I loved the way you kissed me. It was years worth of kisses. They were sensual kisses; soft and tender. Those kisses started all this mess. I'm a sucker for a good kiss.

You press me up against the wall. You embraced me and squeezed me tight. I didn't know what any of it meant. There was a built-in stool in the shower. Hotels finally got it. You guided me over to. But it wasn't to sit me down. You turn me around and bent me over. I looked back at you. "But we have to leave," I insisted. "Not until I'm done with you," you replied. You liked pushing my limits. Although my statement showed consideration for my husband, that was just a learned condition. I didn't care to go home. I rather be with you and live out my fantasies. Should I be corrected? We rather be indulging in OUR fantasies.

You slid yourself into me. You thrusted and thrusted. The water splashed on my back. I thought it was going to something quick. But you were not playing with the time.  You slowly went in and pulled out. You returned it back inside of me. We play this very slow game. I closed my eyes because it felt so good.  I was getting weak with your sex. I try to stabilize myself with one hand on  wall. You grabbed onto my tits. You started to push deeper into me. I gasped for air.  I felt you slap my ass as you  push in. You start to move a little faster.

Yes, I wanted to come again. I definitely knew you wanted to come. Your thrusts were deep. Your thrusts were so filling. "Don't stop," I muttered. I felt my pussy clinching around your cock. You let out an orgasmic moan. You dick slid out. You were so satisfying. My pussy felt so warn. I hadn't been pounded like that in a very long time. That's why I come back for more.

The phone pings. Soap suds swirled down the shower drain. I couldn't move with haste. I was with you on your time. Soon I found myself fully dressed looking at you. We took one last look at each other. There were no goodbyes between us. I follow you to the car. You took me home. You parked in front of my house. You ran your fingertip underneath my chin and you laid a kiss on my cheek. I stepped out the car and walked towards my threshold. When I looked back, it was too late. You sped off unnoticed.