Creative Writing, Love

Fate

Ezra

My throat filled with fluid, reaching down my body. Keeping me down, leaving me fighting to get to the shore. In futile. Left paralysed, as my body is submerged under water. My body smothered with water, immersing deeply into the well of hollowness with no way to flee. “No. Help” I hear myself scream. The bleak darkness drowning, flooding me into a sinking void. “Please. Stop it” I hoarsely whisper, spiralling in and out of consciousness, trying to escape. My closed eyes swarming with bright light, leaving me momentarily hazed. My body tightening, seizing as I have become delirious. Feeling uncontrollable as my chest constricts with my throat compressed into knots unable to bring in oxygen. “Stop. Stop” I inwardly whisper, needing to leave this hellish trance. Beams of intense luminosity emerging in my vision. Glowing, brown eyes alighting, their breath exhaling. Yielding my body to arch, the heaviness of my chest relinquishing in sync with their breathing. Immersing me into calmness, oxygen coming back to me as my throat clears. The illuminating, brown eyes rising, providing tranquillity. Serenity washes over me as the feminine voice lulls “breathe” in a hushed murmur. “Breathe” the soft voice repeats again. My eye flashing open, unblinkingly staring at the naked walls, sweat gathering around my forehead and body. With a fast-beating heart and heavy breathing, I get out of bed and into the bathroom. Splashing water on my face, washing away the last remnants of the nightmare.

Anxiousness simmering inside my body, adrenaline bursting through my veins as I walk to my makeshift painting area. The blank canvas mimicking the end of the dream, creating the image that surfaced in my dream. Itching with dire need to be released and created. The dark sky, transforming into early morning with birds chirping. Not with the times and hours, as I sunk myself into running away from the hallucinating illusion. Turning the heaviness that is left in my body into a state of peace. Finishing the touches of the latest painting I have curated. With the rest of my paintings already in the gallery I am prepared for the exhibition. As I brush the last stroke, I step back exhaling at the wonder that my eyes lay on. As I let it sit for two hours, I begin to shower and get ready to convince the head curator to put this forward with the rest of the art.

Taking an uber to the gallery, my mind lingers on the stranger women I had the seconds with, lightly hoping I will bump into her again. Somehow not being able to forget. Walking with intention as I have reached the entrance, I see Miguel dressed in colourful clothing, an open chested red shirt, black artisan blazer and trousers with unique designs. Miguel was a European Spanish man whom I have met in New York art exhibition in my art gallery. Within seconds we hit it off, talking about the arts culture, our favourite artists and collections. Since then we have stayed in contact with each other and maintained a friendship relation.

He greets me with enthusiastic arm movements as soon as he sees me, eyeing the black bag in my hand. “I need this piece to be included in the exhibition” I demand bluntly. Miguel stares at me, piercing me with emotionless eyes that wants to tell me off for a cold welcome. But he needs to know my seriousness when I don’t have time to play nice. He signals for me to follow him, heading to his office upstairs. Once we have reached, he closed the door behind me, I lay the bag on the empty table, unravelling the painting for Miguel’s eyes. He stands beside me, taking in a sharp breath, without saying another word he turns towards me “is this who I think it is” he questions. Knowing what his underlying words mean “yes” I utter, “this needs to be in the exhibition, it completes the collection perfectly” I continue. With Miguel in deep thought, I shake away the jitters that comes with being patient, suddenly sighing in admission he says “okay, we can make adjustments. She must be beautiful, for you to be bothered like this” he jokes, but his eyes reflecting respect. Miguel was a person who embraced vulnerability, he never let the ego drive him into making his decisions, he enjoyed being in companies that think alike and who are not crippled by their ego, their identity and not being afraid of humanly feelings and desires. So, with him knowing who this was and me wanting to show this painting in public, he valued me and even more so, this friendship because of it.

Taking the painting in his hand, we go downstairs to the floor of the exhibition, placing it in the focal point of the collection, the centre wall. “Do you oppose” he prompts with one raised eyebrow.

“No, absolutely not” I affirm, feeling accomplished knowing the last art had finalised the collection.

Going back to my hotel suite, I make a start to get ready with spending the whole of afternoon in the gallery, preparing and organising the event, time flew by me. With Miguel picking me up for the evening, I pour myself a drink to remove the apprehensiveness that are rising.

Walking into the gallery, bustling with people and photographers. Grabbing champagne in the entryway, studying those who are looking at the art. The best part about being an artist and establishing your painting in art galleries is the anonymity from publicity. With painters, artists, art investors recognising you due to the close-knit community we have formed for ourselves. Diving right in as I start to talk leisurely with interested customers, negotiating prices with their likened art, positive feelings of success surging as one art had been sold. Long black hair in my peripheral vision convincing myself that it is not real and only imaginations that exist from my dream. Informing the staff that this painting has been sold, they begin to discuss buying the art with the costumers. The long-haired stranger stopping at the latest painting, moving closer and deeply analysing it. With my focus strained, I begin to watch her, her form, her skin and the stunning dress pulling me to her place. Instinctively, my feet walk towards her, eyeing the way she moves closer to the painting. Stopping just behind her inhaling a waft of her flowery, vanilla scent “No, it can’t be” I internally whisper to myself. Out of all places. She is here, knowing she felt my presence I move backwards only for her to turn around and bump into me.

Helping to balance her, I place my hand on her lower back. Silky smooth skin burning my fingers alive. Her scent engulfing me, her wide eyes blinking back at me in recognition and in shock. “We need to stop meeting like this” I mutter light-heartedly with a grin, simmering the feelings wanting to surface. “My name is Ezra” I prompt, waiting for her to speak.

She pushes back to maintain distance, “My name is Luna” she begins “you need to stop appearing where I can’t see you” she says. She studies me curiously. Looking at the person who inspired my painting, her alluring, mesmerising eyes, opening her mouth in futile as her words become unspoken.

“This painting was inspired by you” I mumble, “from the last time I saw you to now, I was not able to forget you. You came up in my dreams and you are what I painted. I want you.” I utter in hushed tone.

(Another part. Couldn’t help myself. Writing this got me excited of the prospects. I’m proud of the characters that are coming alive. Writings from a current story. Thank you for reading 😀 ).

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Romance, Story

Writhing Night of Desire…

With emotions overpowering my senses, my eyes begin to water. I close my eyes, but one slips out anyways; tears creating waterfall. “I missed you so much. It hurt Rico. Don’t tell me to wait for you again, I can’t stand the distance.” He cups my face, stroking his thumbs across my cheeks wiping the tears being so close to him, leaves me breathless and lightheaded. He embarks a journey around my face, lips starts on my forehead, to my eyelids, cheeks and nose lastly, my lips. My lips dissolves into his, sensation shooting down into my womb, kissing both my upper lip and bottom lip with a bite, pulling at it with his teeth then sucking it to soothe the pain. “I won’t” he replies. “I won’t.” His fingers linger around the lace, that keeps my dress in place, impatient and wanton “open it”, didn’t even finish the words uttered as I feel chilliness clinching onto my skin and the material falling onto the floor.  

He wraps his arm around me whilst the other cups my bottom. Lifting me up instinctively wrapping my legs around his waist as if it was so natural, as if we participated in this act countless times. Carrying the both of us to the middle of the bed, laying me on my back and him on top of me, feeling every inch of his body as our eyes connect in a silent conversation of need, with our chests pressing against each other and our legs intertwined with each other. The moonlight giving a flicker of light, luminescing against his hard features, illuminating his dark complexion. Feeling high with just being in his energy. My God have I missed him and was this better than my wildest dreams. He reaches over me to switch on the lamp brightening the room, providing us with a tinge of light.

“Kiss me Rico, I want you to touch me. I want all of you.”

“So demanding” he chuckles. “What makes you think you won’t have all of me, I am going to be so deeply buried inside of you, you’re going to feel me with every step you take” he whispers with a crooked smile. I suck in a sharp breath as his words sinks in relieving a moan, feeling pleasure rushing through me.

Tilting his head, he softly presses his full lips against my pouty ones. His hands tangling into my hair as he brings me closer to him. He lets out a groan as our lips meld into each other, with his tongue sliding into mine in a dancing twist, tasting me and sucking me unabashedly. I slide my hands to his head, digging my fingers to his scalp as I let out a whimper at the unfurling intensity of our intimacy. He drifts down my neck sucking and nipping, travelling further down my body to my breasts clad cream coloured lacy bra. Hearing his breath becoming laboured and him reaching to palm my ample breasts had my nipples digging into the fabric, letting out an agonised moan as he fingers my nipples that puckered at his attention. Reaching behind my back to unclasp my bra, successfully they release from their cage. Wanting. Wanting his attention. “Rico” I shamelessly moan, he returns it with his own blatant groan, biting his bottom lip, eying them with darkening gaze “fucking God, you’re going to kill me”. His kneading turns into squeezing, tugging on the nipple with a pinch, the pain-pleasure shoots straight between my legs, feeling heavy with need. His fingers were replaced with his lips as they clasp around a puckered nipple as he continues palming the other breast. I arch my breast towards his mouth like an offering; the imaginations being incomparable to reality. He returns the same attention to my other breast, sucking and tugging on my nipple with his teeth and soothing the pain with his mouth.

As he descends down my body, he mutters quietly to me, showering me with compliments and all the possibilities ahead. It was always his words, his unwavering attention towards me, his glances that made me truly feel beautiful and no one else held the torch, how could they when he was always the one that I wanted and desired. With him being here, worshipping my body, whispering words and touching me so delicately, a fire burns inside of me just for him, the suppressed need for only him needing to be unleashed. As he kisses down my stomach, towards my pelvis, feeling headiness as his lips brush against my inner thigh. So close. A tinge of nervousness hits me as I am reminded of my inexperience and my lack of intimacy. “Kalina” he groans, knowing that he’s waiting for my permission, the apprehensiveness lulls as my own pleasure for him speaks loudly “please, I want you to do it.” He removes my panties and throws them on the floor, leaving me completely bare and vulnerable. I would have felt embarrassed if it wasn’t the way he was looking at me; entirely in awe.

He presses open my legs wider, wedging himself between them as he throws one leg over his shoulder. “Such a beautiful pussy” he softly murmurs as his fingers stretch the opening, sliding his finger over the moisture, bringing it to the clitoris and sliding it down. Flexing his thumb, pressing and rubbing the clit in circles making me lose my mind. He inserts a finger inside, whilst sinking his face between my legs, licking the juices and lapping at it feverishly. My breasts feel heavy with laboured breathing and teary eyes accompanied the waves that are crashing within me, consumed with all the ways Rico is devouring my body. “Rico, please” as if there was a telepathic exchange of words, he adds another digit of his long and sleek finger. Wrapping my legs around his neck, arching my back as he thrust his fingers in a perfect symphony, lapping and sending wild vibrations against my clit, reaching up to squeeze my breast, whilst curling his fingers inside of me left me so close, and I told him so. As he continued thrusting inside of me. Going deeper and harder with each thrust and each flick of his tongue, applying pressure against my clit, my body convulsed, flooding with emotions and sensations, lost in the oceans of desire and intense high.

As I ride out my orgasm, Rico climbs on top of me crashing his lips down on mine, I moan as I taste my orgasm, sucking on his tongue with a clash of teeth. “Rico” I utter as he sucks on my neck being so lost in all of him. “Baby are you ready”, I knew what he was implying, and I wanted it. It didn’t scare me when he was all I trusted in that moment, I knew he would never hurt me, I knew that my body only seeks him and I knew after all this pain and waiting, it was going to be worth it. It is not about the sex, it never was, not with him. It was always about the intimacy, needing his soul as much as I wanted his body, needing to be close to him through our intimacy, needing him to know how I feel for him and for me to know how he feels for me. I was on the pill and I told him so, and as our eyes connected and our breath mingled with each other, I said “yes”. With him removing his last few pieces of clothing, and coming back to me, he lowers his body down, pulling my thighs wider.

He enters me slowly, analysing my reaction as he goes deeper. My eye squint and my lips roll as I adjust to his size, feeling so full and the agonising pain turning into pleasure as he slowly fills me. “Say something”, “I’m okay, I want you to go all in Rico”, “I don’t want to hurt you”, “but I want all of you.” He pushes back his body to take full control of the penetration, going deeper until I feel him in my womb, feeling so full, as he drives into me till the hilt. Gripping the bedsheets as he slowly drives in until we are completely connected. “I’m okay” I answer to his wondering gaze. My chest gets tight, something is intensifying within me as he begins to gently move inside of me, so slick and wet for him as he begins to move. “Rico more, please” I whimper “what do you want, baby,” “I want you to make me lose my mind.”

With that, Rico grips my hips, slamming into me, slick heat grips onto him. “Fuck, your pussy so tight. So wet for me.” “Rico, please.” He slams into me, impaling me with every thrust going deeper and harder, he reaches over my body to my breast pinching at the nipple shooting straight to my clit. Chanting his name like a prayer as he keeps driving into me, slamming into my pussy knowing I  truly won’t be able to walk. Feeling every inch of his glorious dick moving in slick and precise motions, pistoling inside me, meeting his every thrust with mine, feeling my orgasm building up and I told him so. He reaches down to kiss me, crashing his lips and I return it with the same eagerness, gripping his shoulders tight, running my hands through every inch of skin I can find as he speeds up the pace, knowing what is coming I wrap my legs around his waist, holding onto him tight. Closing my eyes as my desire heightens, clamping on his dick, feeling my body tightening around his. “Let go, baby” I call out his name in a gasp, my body writhing underneath him, falling apart in his arms as he buries his face in my neck, kissing the space at the side of my neck as he comes apart in my arms. Riding our release, running my hands through his back and him littering my face with kisses. “I missed you Rico,” “you’re mine, Kalina.”

“Don’t make me wait anymore Rico” “I promise, I’ll be here.” As he lifts himself up, I stop him wanting to be connected with each other, wanting him to stay inside me. As we lay on the bed, with me laying on his chest, sated and relaxed. Feeling his heart drumming loud against his chest and him running his fingers through my black strands, both sleek with sweat I feel content and more connected with him than ever. After everything we have been through individually, to come together and find our peace and happiness with each other, it makes every struggle and distance worth it to be one with Rico.

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