Beep! Beep! Beep!

Beep! Beep! Beep!

He was holding and loving her ever so gently, sweetly and intensely. She was in ecstasy and knew instinctively there was no place else she would have or should have been at this moment. This was where she belonged, right here, right now in his arms being the recipient of his sweet and intoxicating loving. She waited a long time for this and nothing was going to spoil this moment, she was going to savor and enjoy every minute of it.

The music poured through her soul, the lyrical melody seeping through her pores, her skin, and into her veins as she moved in rhythm to the sultry-whiskey-laced-gravelly-voiced wisp of a girl who was belting out her feelings in song. The organ playing hauntingly and beautifully as he rained butterfly kisses on her eyelids, tip of her nose and on her lips. She stretched and purred like a satisfied cat that had just had his fill of creamy milk. The lyrical notes caressed her heart, the timbre of the songstress’ voice filling her being as he continued to rain soft kisses on her breasts, teasing her nipples. She was on fire, the song bathing her in a passionate dance of climatic proportions. He was now caressing her from head to toe, “ooh, this is sooo good, hmmm, hmmm”.

Suddenly he stopped and stared at her. Seeking and finding her eyes he stared steadily at her. Gaze intense and with heated passion he gently lowered his head and without saying a word, found her sweet lips. There was nothing soft and gentle about his kiss. She was in sweet pain as she held on to him tightly, responding to the message his lips were sending and letting him know she had received it. He lowered his head, rubbed his hand lightly across her belly and began punctuating it with soft kisses as his hand explored her inner thighs. The music began to swell to a crescendo, her breath coming in short gasps as she made herself more accommodating and the girl sang, gotta a right to be wroooong, in that sultry gravelly voice, “sing it girl, siiiing, sing, don’t stop please, please don’t stop, a plea she silently screamed to them both while in throes of ecstasy…Beep, Beep, Beep… Beep, Beep, Beep!!

“What, huh? Nooooooo, don’t stop, not now! Beep, Beep Beep!
She jumped up in bed and realized the alarm clock was going off; she stretched across and angrily slapped it off the night table to the floor, where it clattered. She looked around trying to find her dream lover but he was no where in sight, of course he wasn’t, he wasn’t real. Sheets were tangled up in disarray, clothes on every which way as if she was in a fight and the darn clock on the floor was still beeping. She had forgotten to hit the snooze button. She had to get going, didn’t feel like it today, work was the last thing on her mind, but she had to get going. Beep, Beep, Beep! “Shut up already” she yelled.

She got up, grabbed her towel and headed for the bathroom to shower. Marching with purposeful strides to cool the fire between her thighs, she stubbed her big toe on the clock and angrily kicked it across the room in a corner. Her toe still smarting from the blow, she hopped into the bathroom. Turning on the tap she stepped into the shower stall, thought about it and stepped out again. Went to the living room where she found the remote, gently lifted her hand, aimed at the stereo and filled her apartment with Joss Stone’s, Right to Be Wrong. It was seven-thirty in the morning, the music was loud. She didn’t care. She felt tons better already, singing along as she entered into the shower stall. Maybe today wouldn’t be such a bad day after all.

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