You still would be if you had never chosen to leave. Every night of my life now ends the same way. I lay on my side and cling to a pillow...just to have something to hold. I stare at the vacancy of where you used to lay and when I reach over, a tear runs down my face because your side of the bed is just so cold now. I've told myself to move on and Heaven knows I've tried. I chased temptation anywhere I could find it. The truth is that I couldn't bring myself to take these men home with me...because, they're not you. It's your touch and your touch only that completes me. You said I would be better off without you. Coming home to an empty bed, crying myself to sleep, is this really better for me?
So, I lay awake and I imagine. I imagine you're coming home.
I imagine that you are coming home from work just as you had many nights before and you are exhausted. Your job has you working weeks on end without a day off. I always missed you, but I never complained. If it wasn't for your job you surely would not have a future, and we wouldn't have a future either. It paraded you with guilt all those times you wanted to see me and couldn't. I could see it in your face that you felt horrible for leaving me alone. In my mind, time apart always made the heart grow fonder. I felt bad that you always felt bad and as you sat down on the far corner of the bottom of the bed, I crawl up behind you, I rest my chin on your shoulder and look at you. Out of the corner of your eye all you can see is my long, black hair, dangling over your shoulder. You can hardly see me, but you feel my soft kiss against your cheek. You grin and then tell me about your stressful day at work. You had to cover for the guy who always shows up late, you had to show the newbie the ropes of the place, and you had to lift all the heavy packages because ol' Scotty threw his back out again. All the while your supervisor gives you grief for everyone else's mistakes.
You rub your aching shoulder and jerk yourself around hoping your back will crack. Baby, let me make you feel better. I gently start rubbing your shoulders as you sigh in sudden relief and then I lower my hands to massage your back. I slip my hands under your shirt and start rubbing just a little firmer. At the very sound of your slight satisfaction I hover over you from behind and help you take your t-shirt off. Tossing your t-shirt to the opposite side of the room, I continue rubbing your back, but this time I do it harder. "You're the best," you say to me softly. Quickly, I remove my tank top and I firmly rub your shoulders. I start lightly kissing and nibbling at your neck as I press myself against your back. I want you to feel me, all of me. I can feel the sudden grin on your face when you realize that I'm using my naked breasts to help massage you and relax you. I bite your neck a little harder and you gasp in pleasurable pain. I drape my arms around your neck and slide my hands down your chest, where I can feel your heart pounding faster than I ever remember it pounding before. I pull my arms back and let my hands slide back up your chest. I continue to bite and kiss your neck as I then wrap my arms around your waist and start to unbuckle your belt. I can already feel you throbbing from under your pants.
I slowly get off the bed and stand before you as you look me up and down with your hungry brown eyes. You reach for me and start sliding my panties down slowly. I step out with one leg and rest my knee on the bed as I take hold of your shoulder for balance. I step out with the other leg and I sit on your lap with your legs between mine. I wrap my arms around your neck and give you a lasting look in the eye until our heads rushed towards each other and we kiss. Our tongues twisted and tangled and swirled as I quenched my thirst for temptation with the juices of your mouth. I slid my hands down your chest and to the opening of your pants. I took hold of your throbbing manhood and rubbed the head all over my clitorus. At the very second I started to tease, you stopped kissing me and started biting and kissing between my neck and shoulder. You know exactly where I like it. I moaned in mild pleasure and so did you when I started sliding my hand up and down your dick.