By Tamyara Brown
"Why where you late this morning?"I smiled, ran my tongue around my lips.
"Since he made you his wife you've lost your mind. Rolling up in here an hour late."
"Girl, let me tell you."
I wake up to his plump lips on my neck. I feel the rise of his manhood pressing on my back. His hands pulling me close. I try to resist and rise to be on time.
He moans my name, whisper in my ears he needs to taste my essence. I try to resist and pull away. He nibbles on my ear which by the way makes me insane.I protest because we both have to punch the clock. I rise and he follows. The sound of the shower is our love music. He is my caramel man of steel, his dreads cascading his shoulders and his muscles pulsating. His magic stick standing. I bite my finger and again I try to resist this husband of mine. He is hungry for me and in truth I am starving for him. He steps in and the kissing begins. He wraps his arms around me, he is setting small fires with his touch, his tongue and his magic stick. The minutes ticking away don't mean shit. Excuse my language I am lost in his sexual abyss. He is stroking me, groping me, loving me and the minutes ticking away don't matter. The cells are ringing, the minutes are now a hour or two. He turns me around reposition me. I assume the position and refuse to put up a fight. He has written his name, his social security number, birthdate, address and his tagline, " his keeps going and going until l am satisfied. We finish and then he washes every inch of me, massages on oils and puts on my clothes. It is why I am late on this naughty morning.
©2014 Tamyara Brown-Tamluvstowrite
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