Opening the door...no, ripping open the door...I stand there before you. Speechless, my mouth trembles as my vision fills my vision. My hand clutching the door-nob, its the pain of my grip upon it that causes me to gasp, filling my lungs with air as if to speak.
Speak or cry, I don't know which; nor does it matter as your face lights up and you step towards me. Taking my hand, I watch you, as if in a dream, step inside, bringing me along with you. The door closes behind us but I could be anywhere...a crowded room, a sold-out ballpark, the middle of a busy street...and I would only see you; only be aware of you.
Your lips upon mine, my head spins. Already barely breathing in my shock, you're taking what little oxygen I have left; and I give it to you willingly, hopefully, unabashedly, passing it back to my heart which you hold.
I'm clinging to you, tears flowing. I'm barely aware of you speaking to me, whispering it will be alright; each word accompanied by a kiss upon my face. I suck in a large lungful of air, my body shuddering with the effort, with my fingers digging into the material of your top. Somehow I'm sure I can hold you with me, if I can only squeeze them a bit tighter, and never, ever let go.
Hands take hold of my face, and we're looking into each other's eyes. I'm sobbing now, blubbering, words pouring out that don't even make sense to me. Three repeated over and over throughout, "I miss you."
Its then my head is jerked back, your hands releasing my face only to allow one to tangle up in my hair and rip it back. The other a blur as you slap me. Instantly, I cease my mewing and regain my focus.
Don't you think I've missed you too?
I force my eyes downward to see you, my head still held back and tilted at the ceiling. Your eyes blaze at me, and I quiver with the realization of how strong your need for me, and for others, had always been. How I needed that strength; how it excited me, how it fed me. A need that exceeded any I had ever known; and now it strikes me that your deprivation may have been greater than mine. And you had other factors, issues, complications, that I was not privy to although you tried to make me aware of them.
Shaking now, I dare not speak but I hope my eyes will pass along my sudden insight. I notice a slight softening in you, and the grip of my hair loosens a bit.
Yes, you remember now don't you? You think I stayed away by choice? No...Some things were taken from me, some I had to give up.
My head jerks back again.
And you were one of them. It pained me then, as it pains me now, that our contacts could only be chance ones.
The tension increases and for a moment I fear my neck will give out before my hair tears free.
Are you MY bitch?
I open my mouth and scream out my yes.
Always your bitch. And no other's!
My face is slapped left and right then my head pulled forward, leading me inside my apartment, down the hallway to my room. Reaching the bedroom doorway, you practically toss me inside and I stumble across the floor and down onto my knees.
I look back at you, turning my body back to face you. Wanting to see you but also placing myself where it might best serve your interests.
Take off your top.
My hands fly up and I grasp hold of the material, buttons flying as I rip my blouse open and off. Without instruction, I unclasp my bra and toss it aside.
Stay there.
Kneeling on the hardwood floor, I see you turn and listen to your footsteps go back to the door, then I hear the door open and close. Seconds drag into minutes that seem like days before I hear the door open again, followed by your sure steps back to my room. When you reenter, its with a large satchel that you set beside you on the floor.
Your movements upon your return reveal that you are braless under your top, your breasts moving easily as you bend and lower the bag. I'm once again taken by your beauty, and confidence, along with the sexual heat that just seems to radiate from you. Your top coffee colored, almost sheer enough to expose your aerola; actually just sheer enough if one is permitted to stare long enough, and I am staring.
My staring noticed, small points appear as if to confirm where I had placed them, and I fight off a desire to smile. Instead I take further stock of your attire as you place your hands on your hips and gaze back at me. Your skirt at first appears modest, its length just above your knee, but then the way it fits your body become apparent. Tight, form-fitting, it shows off your toned body. At the waist, you are wearing a wide red leather belt, with a silver bucket in front. Your legs are bare, with your feet in heels; the heels at least 3" high with straps about your ankles and the toes pointed.
Your hair is cut short again, and I can't help myself, a smile forms. Its the way I like it, framing your face and giving you that edge when you wish it. Your make up as impeccable as ever with another touch I think is for my benefit, your lipstick a bright red shade that I love.
Reaching into your bag, and as if reading my mind, you toss a tube of lipstick to me. Without looking, I know its the one you're wearing.
Wipe off that other shit and put this on.
I grab my blouse and use it frantically to remove my lipstick. My hand is unsteady as I apply the new shade without aide of a mirror; praying that I don't make too much of a mess of it.
You move about the room, inspecting it, and my eyes follow you. Admiring your legs, and your ass when you turn; the lack of stockings...and bra...now has me wonder if you are sans panties. And a rush of excitement in the almost certainty of it leaves me flushed.
Noticing my flush, you come up from behind me, leaning down, your fingers capture my nipples. Pulling and twisting them as if to take them with you. You lips at my ear, I gasp as your tongue explores my inner ear, the attack sudden and oh so sweet.
Did my bitch miss me at all? I think maybe just a little huh?
