Because, in tropical countries, you imbibe the heat into your bones. You feel the heavy want in the air. That’s why all these places are overpopulated.
And you fan yourself lightly with a thick piece of paper, or a flyer you got from a person giving it out at the train station. But that isn’t enough. The only logical illogical thing to do is to add more heat and then, the release.
So you call him up. “Come over,” you whisper in a tone that tells him you can’t take it and you want deliverance now.
He knocks on your door, sweaty from climbing up five flights of stairs to get to your floor. It doesn’t matter because once you twist the knob, there are only all blurred sequences of grabbing and pulling. With a firm clasp on his neck, you pull him and you are lips to lips, tongue to tongue.
“Aren’t your parents around?” he asks, the courteous boy inside of him, the one ingrained with proper etiquette, still feels the need to be liked by your mom and dad.
You shake your head no. “Of course not,” you say, impatient, wanting and needing. Briefly, you wonder if your parents are home. You never bothered to really check.
Inside your room, you don’t waste time. What for? This isn’t the first time he’s been there and this isn’t the time of a fucking tour.
You slide into the bed and though he kisses you up your jaw as you busily unbutton his shirt, he looks at your pillows and the array of little fluffy toys watching this little escapade with beady, unseeing eyes.
Following his perturbed gaze, you grin and catch his lower lip between your teeth, nibbling lightly. “Ready for a little exhibition?”
He chuckles and the sound vibrates from his chest to yours. A little heart to heart never hurts.
This is the easy part. No words, no soulful connection you need to share with your best friends the next day. Pure physical satiation. No need to feel bad about needing.
Your hands are all over each other. You trace the line between his abs, down, down down. He starts to call on the Almighty. And you want to pause and tell him, “I’m glad I’ve turned you into a believer.” You’re too busy being pleasured by pleasuring, though, and it would just take things where you don’t want to go. You just grin, triumphant as he groans. He catches that and returns the favour, in your terms of want. He has you arching your back to his touch. It’s his turn to grin, triumphant.
But his hands travel lower. He latches onto the button of your pants and with as much steadiness a man on top of a woman on a heated day can muster, he starts his attempt to unbutton and explore.
The alarm in your head goes off. You slap his hand away and sit up. You head for your boudoir and spray on a toner mist over your flushed face. You hear him groan and complain in the manliest way possible but you continue brushing your hair.
“That’s it?” he demands.
“Yup. Pretty much,” you reply.
You look at his reflection in the mirror. He’s glaring, looking hot and frustrated. So you turn toward him and your lashes flutter coyly.
“I have my period today, sorry baby,” there is no tinge of apologetic sincerity in your tone.
He stands up, buttons up his shirt and before he leaves, bites out, “Fuck you!” and he sounds like he doesn’t really mean it, just in case you change your mind.
“I’ll fuck you too, just not today.” In hot days, all you need is the tease. Little miss proper can only play the mind games in the afternoons because come supper time, she’s the good girl again.
For Dianne. Because of this post.
DID YOU KNOW HOW MUCH TROUBLE I HAD TO GO THROUGH TO OPEN THE AIR CONDITIONING SYSTEM ONLY TO BE LEFT HOT AND BOTHERED AND GIGGLING SO HARD OVER THIS BEAUTIFUL STORY.
I WANT THIS TO BE UNDER NON-FICTION. BECAUSE MY BOYFRAN IS MAX HOUSER. I GOT SOME ACTION, FINALLY!
It scares me because I might actually do this. Like. I might probably lock him up in my room and just tease him over and over but never give in because HAHAHA FUCK YOU LOL NO. PERIOD TIIIIIIME.
DOWN. DOWN. DOWN. DOOOOOOOOWN. I ‘LDKNVLSDKVN AND THAT LOWER LIP BITE. DEAR GOD. I WOULD SO DO THAT. ALL OF IT. YES. YES.
“I’ll fuck you too, just not today.” IS PERFECT. :(( THIS IS PERFECT. WONDERFUL. I SHIP ME AND MAX HOUSER.
Let me summarize this story for you:
Gawd. I’d get a boyfriend and make him read this and re-enact this with him. I’D MAKE HIM THINK THAT WE’D ACTUALLY DO AN ALTERNATE ENDING AND REALLY HAVE SEX BUT NOOOOO MWAHAHAHA AND I WOULD HAVE THE SAME ‘FUCK YOU’ CONVERSATION.
This was worth making just for that comment and that priceless - PRICELESS - GIF. Lucky boyfriend is still lucky though!
He’ll be locked up in a room.