It’s Nice When They Appreciate (III) The Green Couch

Marcie and I were seeing each other most nights. While we would generally hang out at my house on weekends, during the week we tended to alternate between my house and her large apartment in an older section of town. Though older, the building was well maintained, and super clean. And the rooms were quite large. Following the night described here we decided the next evening would be at Marcie’s. The attention she had paid to my cock was really intoxicating, and I knew I’d be ready for a lot more the next night. And I suspected so was Marcie.

This upcoming night was my midweek basketball night, though, and it was an important game. With a beer after the game, it would be near 11:30 – midnight before I would get to her place, so she should be prepared for that.

I gave her some instructions for the preparation.

I promised to phone her when I was leaving the bar. But she was to prep herself for my arrival. I wanted her to be waiting for me in my favorite room in her apartment … the living room. This room was quite large, with original dark oak floors, covered by an enormous oriental rug. There were 4 original iron radiators.

When I arrived she was to be naked, on the room’s couch … memorably green in color … perched on forearms and knees, her ass lifted and facing my direction. And two of her “smelly” candles were to be lit … no other lighting.

She was also to be mentally prepared for me to be ravenous with her. She was to be a total “good girl”, knowing that I potentially would be using “all” of her. Especially if we won the basketball game. Her upturned ass was to be adequately lubed, and the tube to be available nearby, just in case. I was a little more “direct” with her than normal. Marcie reacted well. I could almost see her smiling on the other end of the phone.

I wasn’t certain what would happen … nor in which order … but I was expecting it was going to be memorable.

… to be continued.

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Winter in the Labyrinth

I haven’t known what to do. The maze has held me captive for so long. Much longer than I care to admit to. She built it, and I came. Willingly. In our early spring I wandered happily, following the lavender scented expressions she gave.. Then came our summer, a goddess’ golden gift. Secrets shared, desires confessed, and life issues addressed. She was never really mine; I knew that. But we pretended she was, and for a time, that was all that mattered. I felt she gave me all of what she was capable. Though sharp and painful, the thorns of her shut downs were all so easy to sustain  among the sultry fragrance of her petals.

The summer zephyrs gave way to the chill of a northern autumn’s approach. The flowers withered before my eyes from the icy blasts. I cried as the petals blew from the bush, disappearing into the wind swept distance I knew I would never walk. Vague words and images of incredible beauty come, then swirl out of reach.

Now it’s winter.

I am cold.

I am ill. .

A willing prisoner before, I know now I must escape. The labyrinth holds no more allure. The maze is tiresome. The warren of all its secrets is a burden I no longer care to lift nor search.  It is but a prison. No exit. No longer any entrance visible. No finale. Escape I know I must.

I will.