CHOCOLATE CAKE

Happy Birthday!!!  He surprised me by bringing out a chocolate cake.  "I hate chocolate cake" I thought to myself. I don't think I liked him much either.  I know this sounds crazy, but he was too good for me.  He had his shit together.  He had been accepted to every college he applied for on full scholarships.  He was Captain of the football team, class president, and valedictorian.  What did he see in me?  He knew exactly what he wanted to be in life, a lawyer.   He graduated with honors and became a lawyer.

"Make a wish!" He said.  I closed my eyes and couldn't think of anything to wish for, but I smiled and blew out the candles anyway.  I didn't believe in making wishes.  I didn't believe in much of anything.  I think it was after my dog died - I was 8 years old, I realized that wishes don't come true.  I wish my dog would have lived and he didn't so I just stop making wishes after that.  

He cut two huge slices of cake, and I thought to myself "fuck, I really hate chocolate cake.  How can I avoid eating this shit without offending him?"  What happened next changed my feelings about chocolate cake forever.  "You know what I love about you?"  He asked.  "You're so care free.  You're so spontaneous.  My entire life has been so organized.  Everything I do is done by the book.  When I look at you, I love you.  You just seem so at peace with life. You're so easy going, no care in the world.  Deep down, I aspire to be like you, but so many people are counting on me.  I can't be who I want to be in life.  Being with you makes me feel whole. Being with you puts me at ease."  I quietly listened.  "I love you. I'm in love with you.  If we weren't so young, I would marry you.  I know we have our whole lives ahead of us, but in this very moment, you are my whole life.  I don't have to prove anything to you.  You care for me and not who everyone thinks I should be." He said.  

Did he just tell me he’s in love with me?  In that moment, my stomach felt uneasy.  I didn't want to be in his very moment.  I needed out of the moment.  The only thing I could think of doing in that timeless moment was eating the chocolate cake.  I put a big piece of the rich, moist, chocolaty cake in my mouth.  I wanted to gag.  I disliked chocolate cake so much and the cake was so rich it nearly choked me.  For some strange reason, the urge to randomly unzip his pants came upon me.  I did just that and began to perform oral on him while I still had chocolate cake in my mouth.

He let out a moan that echoes in my mind to this day.  He began to make long slow strokes in my mouth.  I felt him quickly get hard. His long slow strokes became short and fast.  The creamy texture left in my mouth wasn't vanilla frosting.  The cake was all chocolate and the experience was all cake, chocolate cake.

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LOST LOVES

After Victor passed away, it was really hard for me to move on.  I would visit his art gallery downtown regularly.  I found peace in his artwork - It brought me comfort.  Richard was my co-worker.  Richard and I became closer after Victor died. Richard lost his 7 year old son, Junior, in a boating accident in Newport.  The way we suffer from losing a loved-one is our connection.

It was the 5 year anniversary of Junior’s death.  Each anniversary seemed more difficult for Richard.  He and his son’s mother were going to split even before his son’s death, but like many parents, they chose to stick-it-out for the child.  Unbeknownst to them, their beloved son would be taken away from them, forcing them to split months after losing him. 

Richard and I sat and talked for hours about our future desires and how much we miss our lost loves.  It was Richard's eyes that spoke to me.  It was like I was looking at Victor's artwork.   Richard began to kiss me passionately.  I didn't resist.  My body begged to be loved again.  I hadn't been with anyone since I lost my sweet Vick.  Richard laid me back on the sofa and spread my legs, he eased off my soft, pink lace panties; which was wet from me being aroused.  He moved his head downward and began kissing my private parts.  He began to lick my clitoris.  I don't remember ever feeling like this.  I cried silently from the levels of confusion, passion, and satisfaction I was feeling all at once.  I felt so overwhelmed.  The feeling became so intense, I clinched his head tightly between my thighs.  I let out a loud shriek.  Richard did not relent.  He knew it was coming.  I had such a strong orgasm, I squirted in Richard’s face.  At that very moment, I knew things between Richard and I would never be the same.

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