"Uhhh.... Hmmmmmm... Uhhh!" I couldn't help but moan while this person's fingers run through every inch of me and that conqueror's lips invading my sanity.
"Hmmm... uhhhhhhhhh! Yeahhhh! Don't stop! Don't stop!" I whisper in disbelief. That powerful tongue caused lightning through to my body. My clit has betrayed me. It seemed to have loved the way the tongue owned it. The fingers this time found its way to the heavens of my core. Now, this person with all its confidence has now started to thrust... in and out... in and out..
"Ohhh... uhhhhh... uhhhhhhh!..." I have finally, for the longest time released those silent squeals that seemed to have been hiding somewhere in my vocals. This person knows how to get them out of me... My insides felt so hot, it felt as though I was over the room, I was about to explode.
Now the lips are seemingly done with my clit and now they seem to be having fun kissing every single flesh from down below... going up and up to my breasts. The fingers has continued its mission to drive me crazy... in and out... now faster and faster while the mouth with all its might is sucking my breasts... The left... the right... I am quite sure they have been as strong as I am but they too have given up... I seem to have surrendered my all to this person.
I no longer know what to do, the sound that came from my mouth were all moaning. Have I been longing for all these all this time? But haven't I allowed myself to be touched before? Why did it feel so different?
Now those brave lips have found mine... kissing them as though they hunger too... I, of course have been completely betrayed by myself. I am kissing back with all of me... Is this what they already call passion? Now it has found my tongue.. they're both playing together as though they are meant to intertwine tonight... It has not only invaded me from down below but it has taken over everything... with eyes closed, mine open. Much to my surprise, I am loving the moment.. "But why?" i ask myself...
Probably, it's been a while since I allowed myself to surrender. When did I ever surrender? I no longer remember. Each time the lips would press, each time it makes me feel it has me, I can no longer resist. Hey! I have always been great at controlling!
My thoughts strangle me.. it brought me back to the thrust, the licking... and so it goes...
As this person continues to caress me, now kissing my neck and licking my chest slowly as though I was its cream, seemingly wanting to take me from down there once more, I feel the shivers all around my body. I could resist. I would. I might. But why does it feel like I want this? The thrusting never stopped... in and out... slowly, slowly but now faster again, making me feel like all the stress in me will burst right there and then...
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh, take me in! Please... ughhhhhh! Faster please..." i begged. And then i got conquered. The "me" who never lets her guard down...
Unfortunately, I have been taken over...
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(Garrie's POV)
"Don't Stop Believin! Hold on to the feeling!..." The alarm on my phone just went out. I lazily turned it off looking at the time - it is already 8 in the morning. The 5th of my 365.. Yeah, I know the year has only started and as you've heard, I put The Journey's "Don't Stop Believin'" to wake me up each morning. Both from my sleep and perhaps, my tomorrow.
Without getting up just yet, I check my e-mail only to see the demands of my clients. I already needed to submit the edited manuscript so the author for this book will be able to move forward. I stared at my laptop, then at the ceiling... then back to my phone... the next e-mail was asking if I already finished that long overdue article for a fashion blog. Another was making a follow-up if I wanted to attend a bloggers' conference next week. I just rolled my eyes... I managed to check the dating app but nothing's new so I got up and looked at the mirror in disgust...
My phone suddenly rang, bringing me back to reality again.
"Hey Garrie b*tchy!", it was Gia, my used-to-be next door neighbor who recently moved in with her long time love.
"Yap?", I responded.
"Where in the world are you? Don't tell me you just forgot!"
Oh, freak. I was supposed to go out with her for lunch. We haven't seen each other for ages.
"Uhmm.., Can we do it next week instead? I'm just so filled with so many things now, girl. I'm sorry..."
"Garrie... you know what, you need to chill out too. Okay, I'll see you Tuesday, next week. Will call you Monday."
"Thanks Gia! I'm really sorry!"
"I'll kick your ass when I see you, b*tchy! Bye!"
When was the last time that I even went out with my friends? I haven't anymore... Look at me...
My hair looks like it has not visited the salon for ages... my eyes baggy and dark circles are rather obvious... I even have a pimple right in the middle of my forehead! Urggghh! I am staring at a person looking and feeling so tired... every single day when all I did was stare at my laptop, my phone and vice versa.
I have always been that bitch who'd sweat it out as early as 5 in the morning. I would go for a 5-10km run every single day just to make sure I sweat the stress out of me before I get my ass to work at 8 in the morning.
I would care about what I wear to work. It can't be too dark because if it would be, I'd rather wear my black sleeveless dress and grab those stilettos before i get to hail a cab...
I'd rather put on some pressed powder with that dark red lipstick and get my hair tied in a bun. And walk on the aisles of the office pretending that I am extremely prepared for a stressful day, never let anyone nor anything win over me. All these two years ago.
Right now, i am just staring at my bored self. There's so much to do, so much... But why do I feel empty? Why can't the words come out and allow themselves to be scribbled?... It's not like it matters what i typed into that dating app last night even when they were still words. Ha! Yeah, I know, I can feel your eyes rolling! Like really, I still had the guts to create a profile in that dating site with all these things I needed to do.
"What is going on with you Garrie?!" I slapped myself in disappointment. Yes, I have far been disappointed of myself. I'm no longer sure what has become of me. Do I need a fill? But what? How?
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(Gab's POV)
"Mom, I am fine. Nothing to worry about, I swear!" I assured Mom while she insists I look depressed.
The ER (Emergency Room) has always been the most demanding department in this whole damn hospital. All the pressure and the challenge has been destined this way, perhaps. I've been here for about 3 years now and seeing all flesh and blood everywhere has become my life... Nothing seemed more painful than a stomach pierced by a metal tube because of a bad fall from a construction site.
"Gab, you don't look well at all to me" Mom wailed on Facetime.
Well, maybe, mothers know best.
"Mom, maybe I just need more sleep," I assured her.
I broke up with my girl. Finally. Yeah, it sarcastically sounds like a relief but you can laugh at me all you want, alright. I am broken as f*ck! And if you are, really, will you tell your mom?
Oh please don't make me laugh. You'd hide it, won't you? The girl I have loved for what felt like forever has been cheating on me for years and I only found out a few days ago! Now tell me, wouldn't you be as broken as I am? For a couple of days now, I have been out drinking with the guys. I'd wake up smelling nasty, feeling f*cked up but I sure still had to go to work to make myself feel needed at least.
I couldn't help blaming myself for putting so much of me with work. But f*ck! We are in the same d*mn institution! I just probably could not imagine myself finding time to flirt with others when my patient at Room 506 was dying...
Right. My mom is right. I do not at all look well. With me having to wear all white, I should at least look decent. But I think am though. It's maybe my eyes. They're the ones that would betray me at times like this.
The next thing I know, I was flipping through the pages of this freakin' dating site... scrolling... scrolling until I got a ding. I laughed.
"Really?!" I talked to myself surprised. Someone just "liked" my profile.
The next thing I knew... i found myself walking close to a room which felt like a book where I don't know if pages will be opened or perhaps finally closed down on me. My heart was beating fast. I have never done this before...
"Garrie, what have you done to me?", I asked myself as I continued to walk to that door... I shrugged it off and knocked instead, still struggling to breathe because my heart was crazily beating like a drum in a freaking rock concert!
The door was opened right away by a lady that seemingly stood 5 feet and I felt relieved. I was taller... Her eyes, attractively round but something in them told me of sadness. Well, I would have felt that too. But her scent... she smelled like that of freshly picked flowers from the garden. From the looks of her, I could not sense time passing by and..
"Hi, you're Gab, right?", she greeted with an awkward smile. "Come on in..."
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