Onyx V St. Syr

Another MFM today. This weeks theme is “Photos” courtesy of Ang the Sweltering Celt

Their naked bodies clash together with the raw intensity of repressed need. Yearning for the heat of skin against skin, aching for that physical closeness, for some kind of connection. They eagerly lose themselves in this stolen moment, where all other worries and concerns can be pushed away and forgotten about and nothing matters except the pure, hungry desire that’s been building between them.

There is a certain beautiful desperation to their lovemaking, hurried, wild and passionate. Their eyes seem filled with nothing but the desire they feel as they feed upon each others cravings. It might not be love, but who says lust can’t be just as powerful?

For a moment I hesitate before snapping a few more shots of them from across the street. I’m not particularly proud of my job, but it’s a living. Her husband will pay well for these pictures.

This is my first attempt at an MFM or Microfantasy Monday. A weekly blog meme started by Ang the Sweltering Celt. Every week various bloggers post a short erotic story around a central theme. This week’s theme is Frustration so here goes:

Halfway through my third drink I pulled out my cell phone again, partly to check the time, and partly to double check that there wasn’t some missed text or call from her. I knew there wouldn’t be, but there’s always that small part of you that hopes that somehow you might just have missed it, and that miraculously you’ll find some message, some communication explaining why you’re sitting in some dive bar at 10:30 on a Friday night waiting for someone you know deep inside isn’t gonna show.

Nothing, no voicemail, no call, no text. I briefly toyed with the idea of calling her again, but what would be the point? It’s not like one more call would somehow succeed in attracting the attention that the first two had failed to gain. I finished the last of the cheap scotch as I shook my head to the bartenders inquiring eye and stood up. The bar was still far from crowded, but I knew that would change soon and I didn’t really feel like drinking by myself in the middle of a crowd of people ready to celebrate the end of the work week.

Outside it had started raining, a light drizzle typical for this time of year. I pulled my coat tighter around me as I pondered whether to flag a cab or take the subway home, it wasn’t a hard decision as I stepped to the curb to look for a taxi. Luckily it wasn’t long before I spotted the the familiar glow of a lit taxi sign. The rain was starting to come down harder as I got in the back seat and gave the driver my address. I was happy to note this cab driver was not the chatty type and we the ride home was passed in silence as I contemplated my frustration with being stood up.

As I rode home I could no longer resist the urge to try just one more call. Trying in vain to suppress the flickering of hope as the phone rang, then the disappointment as it went to voicemail. Putting the phone away I could feel bitterness and resentment rising again mingled with a sense of worry that something might have happened to her, some horrible thing that kept her from being able to let me know she couldn’t make it.

Arriving at my apartment building I got out, and headed inside. The apartment was dark and empty, I flicked on the kitchen light as I got a bottle of scotch out of the cupboard, pouring myself a generous amount as I sat down at the computer. A quick check confirmed what I already suspected, no e-mail, nothing from her as to why she had failed to show up. “Goddamn it all” I muttered to myself and took a deep sip of my scotch. Feeling the night was already ruined beyond repair I decided I might as well call it a night.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, frowning slightly I got up to answer. There she was, dressed in the same hot, red dress she’d worn the first time we met, an unapologetic smile on her red lips as she whispered “Miss me?”

I frowned, caught between the anger I’d been feeling and the undeniably pleasant surprise of seeing her after all. “I waited for over an hour and a half at the bar” I stuttered “Where the hell were you?”
“Outside” she replied “Waiting for you to get tired of waiting and head home.” “What the hell?” I barked, “Why would you do that?”
She just laughed as she strode into the apartment, looking straight at me with her intensely green eyes. “Why baby, isn’t it obvious?” She asked, her tone deep and seductive
“You always fuck me harder when your angry.”

Tag, I’m it! So yeah, I was tagged by the magnificent Roxy of Uncommon Curiosity along with 9 others to reveal 10 honest new things about myself.

Technically I’m supposed to tag 10 other bloggers to do the same, but being late to the party I see that just about any blogger I know and read has been tagged already. So being the rebel I am I will leave it open to anyone who reads to consider themselves tagged. So if you want to play along, go ahead and link back to me, tag 10 other people and then go on to list 10 honest things about yourself, just like I am about to do.

So here goes.

1: I love traveling and really don’t do enough of it anymore. I’ve been to 18 different countries and 21 different States. While I love to travel I hate doing typically tourist stuff. I prefer to explore places on my own and just absorb the local culture and atmosphere.

2: I didn’t meet my father until I was 7 years old and we’ve always had a strained relationship that’s only begun to mend in the last couple years after a period of not talking at all for over 5 years.

3 I lost my virginity at 15 on a sandy beach. it was an incredibly disappointing and not-at-all-wonderful experience, that mainly taught me to hate sand. I imagine it was an equally disappointing experience for the girl I was with. It was also her first time.

3: I was a stereotypical D&D nerd in high school. I went through most of my teenage years being incredibly awkward socially, and spent most weekends in someone’s basement pretending to be an elf or something.

4: My only other sexual experiences during high school was with a male friend. It was the closest thing I’ve ever had to being in any kind of relationship with a man, though it never went beyond the occasional fuckbuddy stage. Despite having accepted my bi- or pansexuality since I was a teenager I am even more shy and socially awkward around guys I’m attracted to than I am around women and have never had the guts to really pursue a relationship with another guy.

5: I really hate talking on the phone. Maybe it comes from having worked in call centers too long, but I really really hate it. If I ever talk to you for more than 10 minutes on the phone, chances are I like you a LOT.

6: I hate peanuts, I also hate peanut butter, peanut sauce, just about anything peanut-like. Even the smell can make me gag.

7: I’ve belonged to way too many occult groups, secret societies, lodges etc etc. None of them are even close to being as scary and fun as Christian fundies make them out to be.

8: I love to walk. I walk a lot and love being able to walk just about anywhere I need to go here in Seattle. I even walk to and from work which is a 40 minute walk each way. It’s been a great way to lose weight and it gives me a sense of peace. Walking is like meditation for me and often helps me clear my head and sort things out in my mind.

9: I loathe Creationists and Intelligent Design advocates in particular and scientifically illiterate people in general. I have very little respect for people who don’t have at least a basic understanding of how the scientific method works.

10: I think Robert Anton Wilson is the most under appreciated genius of our time. His writings have been instrumental to me forming my own identity and understanding of life and the world around us. He is the only person I never met whose death made me cry.

And after a very personal venting in my last post I now punish any new reader with a picture of my furry legs.

Yeah, this one includes just a hint of personal stuff too