The Shivers

I just laid there as she slept. I stared at her for a little bit as she laid knocked out, then I turned the other way. Just didn't want to look at her...what was her name again? I tried to remember the chat we on Yahoo IM not long ago..."so what r ur numbers?" "numbers?" "Yeah, like measurements" "38-26-46" "wow...impressive" "thank you"...I know her handle was OhSoSexy425 (that's what got me). Did she ever tell me her real name? But she chatted nice, and her pic with her ass all out in that form fitting dress and whoever was next to her noticably cropped off. I had to make an attempt. I went "to the store" and called her on my cell. We talked, then she talked, then my dick got hard when she told me her pussy was soaked. "I'd be glad to lick up all your wetness" "Then what are you waiting for?" Damn, what was her name again?

Her pillows smelled like Tide and hair weave spray mixed in with make-up and fried chicken. Her 2 year-old daughter was asleep in the next room so she fought to keep her voice down as I fucked her from behind. I hope the little girl was still young enough to yell for mommy when she wakes up, not the kids that keep still and listen to grown folks scream for God.

I laid there, then I began to shiver. The room was warm, but I shivered.

She didn't seem to mind that I forgot my condom. She wanted the dick so bad after I ate her out that we both pretended that HIV was a disease treated with aspirin and grape Kool-Aid, and my spit would wash her pussy clean of any other STD.

My teeth were chattering, I closed my mouth to keep them from making too much noise. I covered myself up with the comforter and blanked my mind, and it helped.

But then I thought about my wife laying in our bed, "Appendicitis again? Is there like an epidemic?" "Naw, just the same ol crap. Don't wait up."

I started shivering again.

Then I thought about my daughter...our daughter...and the painting on our fridge, "I love you Daddy".

My teeth chattered...loudly.

OhSoSexy425 woke up and touched me, "Are you okay baby? Want me to turn the heat up?"

"Naw, I'm good. I'm good."

Stretch time

Sometimes I wish a second could last more than just a second. I know, it wouldn't be a second anymore...but it would, just longer. You look at the clock with dreary eyes stuck together with that crusty "sleep": 6:55. You know that alarm is going to go off in like 5 minutes and you know, Mr/Ms Adult, you need to get up at 7am. This is when I wish that 5 minutes was a little longer than 5 minutes, but still 5 minutes so I can get up on time.

Then I wish the night would last forever, knowing that with every breath I take it's getting closer to morning. I know that she wouldn't be around in the morning, or I have to face a day full of people I don't look forward to seeing but I know I must. And that exam I studied for...really I did...but not like for real for real. If that 3am hour could last a little longer. An hour would still be an hour, but a little longer...just a little.

And you know the rent is due at the beginning of the month, and you can pay it in full if that last week just had a couple of more days in it so you can work a little more overtime, or get that money you lent you cousin back. A couple of more days in the week wouldn't hurt...would it?

I want to extend the weekend, so Monday doesn't come as quick as it always does. Still two days, but two longer days.

I had a dream last night that 8 seconds lasted longer in some parts of the world than in others. I wondered what part of the world I was in: the short 8 seconds or the long 8 seconds.