Patience is a virtue

Four days. I ticked them off in my head.

Marissa was out of town for four days. It sounded like a lot longer when she told me what day she was leaving and when she was coming back. I told myself it's only four days.

Four days without talking to her, touching her, hearing her laugh, twisting her hair in my fingers...

...without making her go crazy
...without her driving me wild.

I sat on the end of my bed, holding a photo of her in my hands. I smiled at her. So many memories... wicked, sensual, happy memories. When did I meet her... 5 weeks ago? That felt like a long time, and it also felt like no time at all. I'd lost track already of how many times we'd devoured each other, raped each other, given ourselves to each other, made each other cry tears of joy and howl in ecstasy together...

I flopped back on the bed and held her photo above my head, looking up at it. I thought of the time I tucked a flower behind her ear when she was wearing a long white dress at the beach...

I'd met her more than 5 weeks ago, I suppose. I smiled again at the memories of how we had flirted. We met through a mutual interest, bumped into each other a few times, spoke a bit. She was interesting right from the first time I saw her. There was something about her... something exotic... and I could sense a... power, I guess it was. A confidence. I was intrigued.

I ran my finger along the edge of the photograph.

She'd laughed at my brazen cheek, I remembered. I liked that she wasn't too scared to laugh. A lot of people were scared of me, perhaps. OK, some people... maybe, I don't know. I played it cool... just made some leading comments, a bit of a smile, a bit of a tease, not really knowing, or even caring, at that stage where things would go. Little did I know what I had found... although, with the benefit of hindsight, I can say that I had hoped.

I let my arm drop to my side, holding her photo, and sighed, staring up at the ceiling. How did we go from flirting and laughing to consuming each other's every waking thought? How did we get to be in this place together where the answer was always "Yes"?

That's right... I left. I left our mutual interest behind. Just packed up and left, turned the page and started a new chapter. That was that. And then there was one small voice in the dark. "Where did you go?", she asked. Where did you go? When I think back, those four words were... the beginning. This woman - a stranger - cared where I had gone, when no one else did. I told her where I was hanging out these days. I think she must have been surprised at my... diversity... compared to where we met. Like Alice going down the rabbit hole. We spoke more and more, getting to know each other, and I suppose we circled and danced around a playful, teasing sexual tension, and at some point we crossed into that beautiful realisation that we wanted each other, so badly. In a way that maybe no one else but us would ever understand.

And now... was there a day when we didn't make love? I tried to remember. Now, I'm not sure if there was. I smiled up at the ceiling, remembering the time I had gone across town to her office and had more or less ordered her to cum with me then and there. 'Cos damn, I was crazy, and I needed her. Fuck. And she came to be with me in my office, the very next day, I think it was. Now, she glows. She radiates - everyone can see it. Everyone can see it, but I feel her burning in my heart like an orange star, her soul cupped in my protective hands.


Four days...

I'm going to try to sleep.