"You`re the most ravishing woman I`ve ever seen. I love your curly hair, angelic face, tantalizing big blue eyes, your rosy cheeks and you`ve got slender body with a big darn a**. I love everything about you", I told her while gently caressing her silky hair. She smiled at me and that made my heart skip a beat. She cupped her hands around my face, slowly, slowly… I pulled her closer to me, I felt her breast against my chest and all of a sudden, she kissed me. "You mean the world to me", she whispered softly and her breath sent shiver to my spine. I hold her so tight as if memorizing every detail of her body. I wrapped my arms around her waist and lift her to the table and we started a torrid kiss…..as soon as her lips parted, my tongue entered her mouth colliding with hers. Her hands started running through my hair while mine explored her body, her sides, her back, her flat stomach and her partially covered thighs. My hands slowly made their way up her thigh, pulling her night dress with them. My intention was to take it off, and she knew it, so she lifted her body a little so I could pull it over my head. When the piece of the cloth was finally on the floor, I looked at her, my gorgeous one and only. She isn't wearing anything now…
I woke up and as expected, the right side of my bed has no one now. I looked at my window pane, thinking of her again. I smiled as I reminisce from the day we first met. It was in the 4th of August, it was raining back then when I drove my car downtown. I stopped by the Starbucks when a lady caught my eye. She is wearing a red dress which is suitably beautiful for her flawless skin. I ordered cappuccino and I stand in front of her table "Is this seat taken?" I asked but she ignored but I sat anyway. She looked away and I was staring at her. "Gray, by the way", I introduced myself. She just rolled her eyes, looked at her watch around her wrist, took a last sip of her coffee and stood up. She flashed a mischievous smile and say "Margaux". She walked towards my right side and slipped something inside my pocket she then turned her back at me. As the rain ceased, I planned to go home. I went to my car and looked up the sky. I suddenly remembered the thing she slid inside my pocket… only to find out that it is her phone number written in a table napkin by her red lipstick, "that mad woman", then I chuckled.
I drove into my house and I slumped immediately to bed… I thought of calling the number she had given to me. [Phone ringing] "Hello? Is this Margaux?" I asked. I heard her giggled "Uhuh! I knew you'd call" she responded. "How could I ever ignore such a fine lady?", I said. "So.. . is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Gray?" "I want you… uh, I mean… I want to see you, tomorrow night". "Uh oh! Oh right then, by 9 pm sharp. I'll text you my address" [Toot toot toot]. “She really is a fascinating woman” I told myself.
Third person POV
Early morning on the 25th day of August, Gray got up from his bed and went to the bathroom to feel the warmth of the water. He took a shower--- and the water ran all over his masculine body. He soaped every part of his body: his broad shoulders, his chest, his mouth-watering six packs, and down to his luscious treasure. “I still have to go somewhere. I have something to say to the most important woman in my life.” He muttered and briskly turned the shower on to sluice away the bubbles. After taking the shower, he then put on his white shower robe and grasp each end of the outer robe tie with one hand and tied a knot. Then, he went to the kitchen counter to toast a bread and have a cup of coffee for breakfast. He walked upstairs and wore his clobber. He went to the Transville Cemetery and stood in front of his mom’s grave. “Happy birthday mom.” He said with tears in his teasingly attractive eyes. He spent half of his day sitting on his mom’s grave and talking as if his mom is still alive and listening to his words. He does that whenever he feels too happy or too sad when he misses his mom and sometimes, when he feels that he has to.
I drove my way to the address that Margaux has sent me and a thought popped my mind. I need to bring flowers and chocolates and maybe a bottle of wine as a present. I stopped by a convenience store to purchase those things. The cashier glanced at me and smiled while saying “She’s made of sarcasm, wine and everything fine I guess.” I smiled, a half smile and replied “Yeah, she is. One of a dynamite gal.” And grabbed the things and went to my car.
As I parked my car in front of her house, I saw her in her white cotton shorts and black thin sleeveless revealing her bust while watering the plants in her garden. “Hey!” I called. She jumped in surprise “Holy cow! What are you doing here?” she asked puzzled. I gave her a puzzled look and then she remembered saying “oh! Sorry I forgot.” She chuckled and smacked her head and added “ha! Come in.” “Nice house. Is that a teddy bear?” I said teasingly. She snatched the bear and said “Oh yes! And this is Mr. Dinkles.” She grinned. “So, Mr. Dinkles must be very lucky then.” I said with a malicious smile I think she knows what I mean because she laughed and said “Oh yeah? You think so?” while biting her lower lip. “Stop doing that!” I said with a grunt. “I’ll just hop in the shower. Better wait for me big boy” she said with a wink.
Few minutes has already passed by but, she’s not coming out of the shower yet. Maybe I should wait a little longer….. just a little….. that’s it! I decided to knock on the bathroom door. I knocked once…twice….thrice… but there’s no answer. “Margaux! Are you okay? Hey!” I yelled worriedly as my sweat trickled down my face. “Somebody please help!” I keep on banging the door loudly I tried to kick it but it was a heavy metal door and I heard a door creaked open but, it wasn’t the bathroom door but the front door. A lady in her mid 40’s showed up. I approached her, tears streaming down my face “Please help! Margaux is in the bathroom and I can’t open that stupid door.” The lady patted my shoulder to comfort me and said “Please calm down. Stop banging your bathroom door because you are disturbing the other patients.” I looked at her with confusion and asked “Who are you?” she replied “I’m Dr. Laurel maxime, your new psychologist and it’s time to take your medicine”.
I woke up and as expected, the right side of my bed has no one now. I looked at my window pane, thinking of her again. I smiled as I reminisce from the day we first met. It was in the 4th of August, it was raining back then when I drove my car downtown. I stopped by the Starbucks when a lady caught my eye. She is wearing a red dress which is suitably beautiful for her flawless skin. I ordered cappuccino and I stand in front of her table "Is this seat taken?" I asked but she ignored but I sat anyway. She looked away and I was staring at her. "Gray, by the way", I introduced myself. She just rolled her eyes, looked at her watch around her wrist, took a last sip of her coffee and stood up. She flashed a mischievous smile and say "Margaux". She walked towards my right side and slipped something inside my pocket she then turned her back at me. As the rain ceased, I planned to go home. I went to my car and looked up the sky. I suddenly remembered the thing she slid inside my pocket… only to find out that it is her phone number written in a table napkin by her red lipstick, "that mad woman", then I chuckled.
I drove into my house and I slumped immediately to bed… I thought of calling the number she had given to me. [Phone ringing] "Hello? Is this Margaux?" I asked. I heard her giggled "Uhuh! I knew you'd call" she responded. "How could I ever ignore such a fine lady?", I said. "So.. . is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Gray?" "I want you… uh, I mean… I want to see you, tomorrow night". "Uh oh! Oh right then, by 9 pm sharp. I'll text you my address" [Toot toot toot]. “She really is a fascinating woman” I told myself.
Third person POV
Early morning on the 25th day of August, Gray got up from his bed and went to the bathroom to feel the warmth of the water. He took a shower--- and the water ran all over his masculine body. He soaped every part of his body: his broad shoulders, his chest, his mouth-watering six packs, and down to his luscious treasure. “I still have to go somewhere. I have something to say to the most important woman in my life.” He muttered and briskly turned the shower on to sluice away the bubbles. After taking the shower, he then put on his white shower robe and grasp each end of the outer robe tie with one hand and tied a knot. Then, he went to the kitchen counter to toast a bread and have a cup of coffee for breakfast. He walked upstairs and wore his clobber. He went to the Transville Cemetery and stood in front of his mom’s grave. “Happy birthday mom.” He said with tears in his teasingly attractive eyes. He spent half of his day sitting on his mom’s grave and talking as if his mom is still alive and listening to his words. He does that whenever he feels too happy or too sad when he misses his mom and sometimes, when he feels that he has to.
I drove my way to the address that Margaux has sent me and a thought popped my mind. I need to bring flowers and chocolates and maybe a bottle of wine as a present. I stopped by a convenience store to purchase those things. The cashier glanced at me and smiled while saying “She’s made of sarcasm, wine and everything fine I guess.” I smiled, a half smile and replied “Yeah, she is. One of a dynamite gal.” And grabbed the things and went to my car.
As I parked my car in front of her house, I saw her in her white cotton shorts and black thin sleeveless revealing her bust while watering the plants in her garden. “Hey!” I called. She jumped in surprise “Holy cow! What are you doing here?” she asked puzzled. I gave her a puzzled look and then she remembered saying “oh! Sorry I forgot.” She chuckled and smacked her head and added “ha! Come in.” “Nice house. Is that a teddy bear?” I said teasingly. She snatched the bear and said “Oh yes! And this is Mr. Dinkles.” She grinned. “So, Mr. Dinkles must be very lucky then.” I said with a malicious smile I think she knows what I mean because she laughed and said “Oh yeah? You think so?” while biting her lower lip. “Stop doing that!” I said with a grunt. “I’ll just hop in the shower. Better wait for me big boy” she said with a wink.
Few minutes has already passed by but, she’s not coming out of the shower yet. Maybe I should wait a little longer….. just a little….. that’s it! I decided to knock on the bathroom door. I knocked once…twice….thrice… but there’s no answer. “Margaux! Are you okay? Hey!” I yelled worriedly as my sweat trickled down my face. “Somebody please help!” I keep on banging the door loudly I tried to kick it but it was a heavy metal door and I heard a door creaked open but, it wasn’t the bathroom door but the front door. A lady in her mid 40’s showed up. I approached her, tears streaming down my face “Please help! Margaux is in the bathroom and I can’t open that stupid door.” The lady patted my shoulder to comfort me and said “Please calm down. Stop banging your bathroom door because you are disturbing the other patients.” I looked at her with confusion and asked “Who are you?” she replied “I’m Dr. Laurel maxime, your new psychologist and it’s time to take your medicine”.
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