My Drabble for Cosmo (pic by Volexi):

We’d been trapped.

Trapped by our life with three little ones. We loved them of course, but fuck me if I didn’t miss screwing my wife till all hours at all hours.

We’d lost touch it seemed. Our life had become so full of purpose and just so damn busy, that after my dick wouldn’t stand down, I took matters into my hands. And when I was done, I began planning a weekend away.

I wouldn’t tell her where we were going, but I decided that I didn’t even want the interruption of a TV or a housekeeper or anything that might distract us from one another. Nope. I needed her – all of her radiant beauty to myself.

Once we dropped off the kids at my mom’s, we drove for a while in silence, her fingertips brushing the short hairs at the back of my head.  She was my girl and I was going to remind her of that this weekend.

She squealed when she realized we were headed into the mountains. It’s where we spent our first weekend away together years ago. We set up camp by the side of the lake, listening to nothing but birds, the quiet rippling of the water and our feet crunching on the ground.

Night fell as a fire rose from the fire pit. We roasted hot dogs and ate smores, laughing and licking the gooeyness from each other’s fingers.

“I love you,” I blurted out watching the flickering firelight dance across her beautiful face. She began to speak, but I held my finger to her lips and continued, “You are more beautiful now than even ten years ago. You light me alive inside, baby. I wanted to show you that it was still true.”

The next thing I knew, we were communing with the birds and the bees. And even though we probably scared the bejesus out of the woodland animals, hearing my name screamed through the clear night air in the wild was, well, frankly wild.

We were finally free.

My Drabble for Cosmo (pic by Volexi):

Holy Fuck.

No really. It was a Holy Fuck – four times over in fact. Angels sang, the heavens opened and I was converted to loving her almighty ass until the end of time…or until she was too exhausted to go for five.

I awoke this morning with her soft warmth curled against my side. Her body rose and fell with soft, rhythmic breaths while her long, auburn hair spread out around her.

She was breathtaking.

I needed to commit the view to memory before I had to go to work; hopefully it’d be enough to get me through the day. So, I slipped out of bed, showered, dressed and now here I am, sitting in my reclining chair mesmerized by her peaceful form.

It’s all I can do not to crawl back under those covers and pick up where we left off last night. I mean, just look at that ass. It’s perfect; round, soft and it felt glorious slapping against my thighs as she fucked the living shit out of my dick. It was amazing, just like the rest of her. She’s not even aware of how beautiful she is, in clothes and out.

But as much as I want to stay, I have to go. The only consolation is that I know that after a day spent in hell, I’ll come home to heaven – to her - and she’ll part my skies and make my body sing Alleluia once again tonight. 

My Drabble for Cosmo

Oh for fucks sake, how long are we going to have to pose like this? I’m hot and sweaty and he had the nerve to eat lunch at Big Paco Taco. He stinks! He’s sweating chipotle or something. God!

When I got into modeling I envisioned myself on Vogue or Cosmopolitan or something. Not in fucking nude drawing class at Smells Like Hell Community College.

I shouldn’t complain; it could be worse. I could be… a waitress. I did that for a while and that was altogether thankless. Or I could still be doing those horrid singing telegrams where I dressed up as a panda Mondays through Wednesdays or a ‘Sexy Genie’ on Fridays and Saturdays. I can’t tell you the amount of mace I went through on the weekends.

I just want to act, and not down the hall where the film students are making their precious art, pretending to be Steven Spielberg and yelling “Cut!” so loud I can hear them in here. I want to act on a real stage in a real play, preferably a musical. Shit, I might as well shoot for the stars and wish to be in a Broadway musical, you know, just in case the Big Guy Upstairs is listening.

But for now, I’ll have to suck it up and pretend that the gray-haired, pot-bellied male student over there isn’t sporting wood. That’s right, for now, I will nuzzle Chimichanga’s neck and try not to choke on the stench.

The Teen Years: My Drabble for Cosmo

Fuck my life.

At sixteen, I had a spotless reputation - unfortunately. I’d been classified in school as a nerd, a prude, a sometimes loner and I wasn’t sure why I was such an outsider. Was my wardrobe lacking? Did I not wear enough make up?

My parents tried to assure me that I was on the ‘right’ path and that I shouldn’t worry about what everyone else was doing, except the difference between everyone else and me was just too hard to take. I wanted to fit in so desperately. So when Queen Bee, Skylar Ross, had her annual bash, I decided a new me would go.  

I slipped out of my house with a new outfit for the night stuffed in a bag – a low-cut top and skin tight jeans with high-heeled boots and headed over to my best friend, Katie’s house. She shook her head at me as I dressed, and when I pulled out the orange juice and vodka I swiped from my parents, she froze.

“Are you crazy?” she asked as we drove over to the party.

“No. Come on, it’s time to loosen up, Katie.”

Hell yes I got wasted, fast too. Underneath all the layers of uptight there was a party-girl and all it took was a quarter of the bottle to find it.

Katie gave me looks all night, but fuck it. She could remain lame. Of course, Jason White noticed the new me and I couldn’t be happier or more willing to talk to him, thanks to Absolut.

Soon enough we were making out in the middle of the party. Good. Everyone should know I’m not as lame as they think. Katie tried to talk me out of following Jason to his car. I brushed her off. What did she know anyway?

I mainly remember heat and sweat and some pain, but I was all too happy to have liberated myself from Lame Me as I lost my virginity in the back of his ’99 Civic.

So much happened in the month following my big debut: popular boys talked to me, popular girls wanted to hang out and I saw two lines on the home pregnancy test.

Fuck my life indeed. 

Drabble 7

I don’t want him to leave.

I want to stay.

What will I do without him?

Her scent is like home.

I’m so safe in his arms.

            Her body fits perfectly with mine.

I love him with all my heart.

            She is everything to me.

“Can’t you get out of it?”

            “No.”

“Why? …Why?!”

            “Because I signed the papers.”

“But that was before – before we met.”

            “I know, but it’s too late now.”

“Do you want to go?”

            “God, no. I want to stay – here, forever, with you.”

“Just tell them. Tell them life’s changed.”

            “It doesn’t work that way.”

“But what if you don’t come back!”

            “I will, I promise.”

“But you won’t be the same. So many people--”

            “Shh…I’ll be the same. My love for you will be the same. I have to go now.”

“Write me? Call me?”

            “If I can get a signal out of Baghdad, yes.”

Drabble 6

“I can’t believe you made me hike all this way.”

“Why? Hiking is excellent,” he snickered, stomping through tall grass.

“For you maybe, but there are so many damn bugs!” I swatted yet another mosquito on my arm.

“Come on, fill your lungs with Mother Nature’s perfume!” he said, sniffing dramatically.

“Oh, shut up,” I said, continuing on this never-ending hike. “Where is this place?”

“What place?”

I turned on my heel. “What do you mean ‘what place’? You told me you were taking me somewhere special. We’ve been hiking for like an hour now.”

He tried holding in his laugh. “This is the place – the soft green grass, the shady trees, the creepy bug crawling up your leg--”

“Ahhh!” I yelped, jumping around and slapping whatever horrid creature off my legs. There was nothing.

He laughed.

“I hate you.” I stomped ahead.

He caught up with me. “Come on, don’t say that. You dig my passion for the outdoors.” He gave me that smile - that damn smile that he knew would melt me, like always.

“No, I don’t. I’m an indoor girl,” I huffed, continuing on.

He caught up again and sighed, “I’m just an outdoor guy who wanted his indoor girl to join him where he loves to be.”  He marched ahead.

Oh shit. I jogged to up to him as he stood atop the hill, overlooking the landscape.

“I’m really sorry,” I said, clasping his hand. I followed his gaze, immediately swept up in the beauty before me: the flat span of cleared land and the massive weeping willow tree in the center, swaying in the gentle breeze.

“Wow, how beautiful,” I said in awe.

He kissed my knuckles and smiled with that smile again. “This is the special place I wanted to bring you, because right there – under that tree – that’s where I want to tell you that I love you for the first time.”

I gasped. “You love me?”

He smiled wide. “Hop on, indoor girl,” he said, bending low for me to climb on his back. “You’ll find out when we get there.”

Drabble 5

Nothing had happened… yet. I was still trying to decide if it was a good idea to throw myself at my next-door neighbor.

He moved in exactly 56 days ago, and for each of those days I left my apartment just to run into him. I’d check my mailbox a few thousand times even if I’d already picked up my mail. I’d wait at the elevator even if I had nowhere to go with one eye peeled towards his door, and I’d linger at my door, fumbling extra loudly with my keys, hoping he’d come out. Yeah, sure it was cheesy, but it worked. More often than not, he’d be at his mailbox or in the elevator too, and on many occasions he helped me with my groceries.

We had small-talked to death. He was a carpenter – his trim, muscular body spoke to all the wood he lifted daily. He was a Giants fan, hated Hondas, was allergic to calamari and he once mentioned that, “High boots like yours are hot,” with a dangerous grin.

Gah.

The flirting drove me nuts. I wanted less talk, more action, but was it a good idea? No, it was just sheer torture.

Day 61 found us outside my door carrying on another cute, yet benign conversation. It’s when I resigned myself to the fact that we would probably be no more than flirty neighbors since I was most likely deluding myself.

Then his hand was on my cheek.

My wide eyes snapped up to his.

His wet lips grew closer to mine.

I couldn’t breathe.

We kissed and kissed and kissed as I nearly melted down the wall.

And from day 61 on, my flirty neighbor was so much more.