It’s Christmas Eve. The tree twinkles with white lights. The stockings hang awaiting their bounty. Gifts are wrapped, cookies baked and the smells of Christmas waft through the rooms. Everyone is scurrying around doing last minute chores, shopping or wrapping, except me. I sit her at my computer, wanting to give thanks and put into words, how I’m feeling this Holiday.
Four years ago, on Christmas, I ran away from home. I felt lost, desperate, confused, and I hate to admit, but suicidal. I fled in the middle of the night, with nowhere to go, so I found myself checking into a hotel just down the road from my house, where my family slept. I can remember climbing into the bed in that room, and closing my eyes, hoping to never awaken. Thankfully, I did.
I awoke to the phone ringing in my room. It was the front desk telling me there was someone in the lobby, claiming to be my husband, that wanted to see me. I told them I’d be right down. Apparently, when he woke and found me gone, he had spent the night attempting to find me and finally tracked my credit card to the hotel. We talked. Can’t say we accomplished anything except he made it crystal clear that he would NOT leave me alone until I came home. So, I did, arriving before anyone else was awake and all still oblivious of my insanity flight the night before.
I tell this story because I have come out the other side of that and am feeling blessed and my heart is full again. It’s taken a Ton of work, even more tears and a willingness on everyone’s part to pick up, move forward and heal. Mostly, it’s been up to me to change the dialogue in my head.
It never mattered what anyone said to me or about me, I was instantly ready to give a list of the reasons that I was ugly, bad and unworthy. Some of that negative self-talk came from what others had said to me, but mostly it was about what I had told myself. While that nasty voice still rears its ugly head, I have learned things I can do to quiet its ass quickly now.
I have a husband I wouldn’t have survived without. My two kids are my entire world and I couldn’t be prouder of them. I am still a bit estranged from my mom, but I guess we are working on it, so that’s something. And I have a group of friends that will call me on my bullshit, give me their sleeve to wipe away my tears and hold my hair after a night out of nothing but fun and laughter. What more could anyone ask for?
So, I am going to enjoy the remainder of today and tomorrow, celebrating with my family. After that, I have no idea what will happen, but I do know that I am excited about the possibilities and look forward to the adventure. Merry Christmas to you and yours and may 2020 be your BEST YEAR Yet!!
The sudden jerk of the cab broke the tension in the backseat. I looked up to see the eyes of our driver peering into the rear-view mirror. Had he been watching? The squirming adjustment being made behind the steering wheel gave me my answer. When he looked up again, our eyes locked. His were dark and hungry. I couldn’t help myself and I asked him if he liked what he was seeing?
He blushingly replied, “Excuse me?”
I couldn’t help but smirk as I retorted, “Don’t play dumb with me Mr. Taxi Driver. Did you like the show you were watching in the backseat?”
After a momentary pause and a deep breath, he answered in a low tone, “Yes. Very Much.” You reached over and squeezed my thigh and gave me a knowing look. “Mr. Taxi Driver, would you like a taste?” I seductively asked.
The Taxi suddenly jerked right and down a dark and abandoned alley. Throwing the cab into park, his eyes pierced through the mirror and he growled, “YES!”
I couldn’t help but smile as my hand slowly made its way down and under my skirt. When my fingers reappeared, they were covered with the sticky honey dripping from my pussy. I leaned forward, never breaking our hungry stare, reached over the seatback, slowly around his head and slipped my fingers through his parting lips. He closed his mouth around my fingers and sucked them hard. He made a popping sound when I had to forcefully pull them from his hungry suck.
Our hypnotic stare broke and he turned his glare in your direction.
With no inflection or reaction, you simply commanded, “Driver, let’s go please.”
I slithered back on the seat and into your awaiting arms. We snuggled close, as our driver took us home.
This is a companion piece to Taxi https://missameliaandsir.wordpress.com/2019/10/19/taxi/
We rode home in the backseat of a dark taxi, after a lovely night out. I skimmed across the bench seat, snuggled up close to you, wiggled and wriggled until I was sure I had your full attention. When I could see your dark eyes watching me, I deliberately spread my legs and slid my hand under my skirt. You didn’t have a clear view of what I was doing, but the approving smile that slowly spread across your face, as you lightly caressed the black lace panties in your pocket, showed you knew. I had slipped them into your hand earlier at the restaurant. I lightly panted and my eyes flashed wicked, as my two middle fingers slowly slid out of my warm, wet cunt. You could see them glistening as we passed the streetlights. I delicately glazed my juices across your slowly parting lips before gliding my fingers into your salivating mouth. You sensually began sucking them. Lost in the pleasure of your mouth, I inhaled sharply when your hand abruptly found its way between my legs and entered my dripping pussy. I shut my eyes and relished the feeling of your fingers exploring my folds. I leisurely reopened them as your fingers were languidly removed, dripping with my wetness and slowly brought up to my lips. You barely touched my bottom lip and my mouth opened, awaiting my turn to taste. I looked quizzically at you as you withdrew your fingers from my awaiting lips. Your steely stare and dark smirk sent chills down my spine when you placed your fingers into your own mouth and sucked them clean.
And Kiss my Ass
Go straight to Hell
And do it Fast
Suck my Dick
You’re an Asshat
You giant Prick
Hope you crash
Into a Ravine
Or Drown your Ass
In a Full Latrine
You are a Shit Head
And a Douche Canoe
Let me be completely Clear
******* Please don’t be concerned about me. I’m GOOD!! Just had a quick inspiration and decided to write. It felt GREAT, even if it wasn’t a very nice finished product. 😉
I want to read your story
Languish over the words
Devour your accounts
And Consume your literation
I want to turn your pages
Gasp in surprise
Squirm in anticipation
And Sigh with longing
I want to study your prose
Learn from the tales
Memorize your romances
And wish they were mine.
This was a quick write inspired by a poet that I Greatly admire. Please go read some of the stories Romantic Dominant has blessed this world with.
Art by Fabian Perez
Finding the time to write anything recently has been almost impossible. I found myself with a few free minutes between quarters of the football game, and decided to at least do a quick check in.
Just returned from moving my daughter 3000 miles away to college. I will miss her desperately, but it is EXACTLY where she needs to be and is already thriving and finding success. Will be needing to sell a couple kidneys, part of my liver and possibly a lung or two to pay for it, but it’s TOTALLY worth it.
Right before that, I had a pleasant surprise come my way. My Bestie was coming to visit, but found out work was sending her to Florida for a few days. She invited me to tag along. After more discussion, we decided to each bring our kiddos and make it a getaway for the four of us, before the two of them both went off to college. To say we had fun would be a HUGE understatement. We ate AMAZING food, walked through sudden panty drenching rainstorm, held alligators, went on airboat ride through the Everglades, did an Escape room, ate at Medieval Times, saw Blue Man Group, rode a 400 foot Ferris wheel, spent a day at Universal Islands of Adventure and ended the trip with a day at Discovery Cove swimming with dolphins. DEFINITELY a trip we will NEVER Forget!
Spent the rest of the summer traveling and hanging at home. Trips included Arizona, Montana, California, Idaho, California again, Arizona again, Montana again, Florida, Georgia and additional trips for my kids to California and China.
Hopefully, things will slow a bit now. Getting back into a routine feels good. Although, I’m ALWAYS looking for my next adventure.
So much more I’d like to write, but out of time again. Hope everyone is well, happy and living your best life.
Now, I have to close the book,
And place it up high on a shelf.
I never wanted the story to end,
But I’ve reached the final page.
No story continues forever,
No matter how badly we want it to.
Someday, I will be able to recall the details
And remember the chapters
With a smile instead of tears.
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