While she’s stood on the balcony drinking wine from the bottle that was intended for the both of us after our meal, I’m stood weak-kneed in the shower masturbating with the radio turned up so she doesn’t hear my moans and groans as I’m fantasising about nailing her best friend- the one with the cleavage she keeps finding me taking a peek at whenever we meet after work. We’ve argued, and not for the first time. She wants me to try harder; to put in more effort regarding my transformation into a regular person, but as I keep telling her, I’ve no intention of becoming just another somebody. I’d rather be a loser, a writer. But you’ve not even published anything, she says. You’re not even trying! But I tell her to write is reward enough, and if only one person were to find my words meaningful, I would die a happy man. She thinks I’m joking; that it’s all part of some act. Whenever we make love, she complains I’m not tender enough. I say I can’t control my passion for her- that breathing her in makes me want her until I’ve transformed into some kind of werewolf. She doesn’t appreciate it, however, and so we make love less and less until the only time we touch is saying goodbye to each other before work. Even when we sleep, we do so with our backs turned, such is the disdain she holds for me. All I can be is myself, but it never seems enough. Still, she’s free to leave. She can cast me aside whenever she wants, and yet she doesn’t. Anyway, so we’re lying in bed, and I make a move for her. She responds, and for a while it’s looking good. A hand around her waist, then my mouth on her neck while pulling down her panties. She sighs as I pinch her nipple, but then I do something wrong. I fuck up the order of things, and so she wriggles from my clutches and goes out to the balcony, hence me knocking out a frustrated wank. She means so much to me because she has such a beautiful soul, but she’s got this sadness in her that she keeps on trying so hard to deny. She’s upset that she’s fallen behind others; that the world isn’t being kind to her, and no matter how much I try convincing her that her sensitivity is a gift she should cultivate, she keeps attacking me. Keeps pushing me away, so I act like I don’t care, and it only serves to widen the divide that’s growing between us. Trembling as the orgasm engulfs my aching bones, I tilt my head and swallow a mouthful of water as she knocks back the bottle until it’s almost dry. The lights look so pretty from far away, and yet if she were to go to them, she would remain the same.

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  1. this has to be one of the most beautiful things I’ve read in my life. I felt like I was both people at once, the once who found culmination and the one who denied it. This is just beautiful- and if you ever think you have only one reader left.. hey, I’m a fan enough to be counted enough as two.

  2. Superb! Couldn’t think of just scrolling it down and hitting the like button… You are indeed a great writer.. And remember.. “a little love can change it all”👍 😃

  3. You have the gift of writing in a way that make all of us a part of your caracters and the way they’re feeling. In a brilliant wayyou put the finger on the fragility and longing for connection that we all carry inside. I A couple of days ago, I was in a situation were I put my walls up. Then I realized that it was all about my own fear and I told him so. And he told me he was scared too…and just by telling each other that we were scared to love again, the walls fell down and we connected for real

    • I’m so glad you sorted out the situation. So often these things are ignored until tiny cracks become rifts that can’t be overcome. I’m also touched that you enjoy my style of writing. It’s give me great pleasure knowing you got something out of this. Thank you 🙂

      • Fine Prints ..I accused him of giving cuddles with fine prints. He laughed well cuddles usually lead to something ? No not necessarily ..

        Why can’t you let it be? let it be what it is? cuddles? and if it leads to something then it will? don’t force it ?

        I can’t control it when I’m around you? I love your smell, your sexiness oh those pouting lips, your curves who can resist ?

  4. I really enjoyed your short story, it always amazes me, the talent of people (such as yourself) in creating something brilliant/inspiring from words.


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