The Walk
The young woman and her lover walked down the night-befallen Bostonian street. She could hear her heels clicking on the autumn-chilled sidewalk as she gazed up at the tall and slender brick buildings, and dark ivy coves. Suddenly, her lover stopped her and spoke.
"I need to know that you are with other men. I need to know that you can deny me; that I am not everything for you."
"But I want only you…" Asiya began.
"No," he said tersely, grabbing her upper arms with his hands, and tightening his hold on her.
The pressure of his grip and the passion in his voice excited her. She lowered her lids and leaned toward him, her cheek grazing his endearingly; her short hair tickled his ear.
He pushed her back. "No, Asiya. I am serious. I need you to be independent for me. You must be. You must be able to exist without me. It is important for us."
"OK," she replied, steadying her gaze to meet his dark eyes. "I will draw other men to me, let them take me to restaurants and darkened jazz clubs, carry flirtatiously on with witty conversation about philosophy and life, and then I will allow them to fuck me in the same bed in which we make love."
A deep and barely audible moan escaped his throat. He drew her to him. She acquiesced. She always would.
They looked around and spotted a dark alcove between two related buildings. He grabbed her hand and they hurried behind the brick wall, hidden completely from the street.
With abandoned urgency, he slipped his hand beneath her skirt. She was already wet for him. She was always wet for him.
She lifted and wrapped a bare leg around his waist and pulled him to her until she could feel his hardness pressed against her.
He bent his head down and his face touched the crevice of her neck. Above them she heard a breeze pass through the ivy as he entered her. She could feel the roughness of the bricks against her back.
He thrust into her, one hand against the brick wall, the other wrapped around her waist. The darkness of the night and the darkness of her love blended before her until all she could feel was a soft release.
---N.Marie
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