Lips Don’t Lie

It could not have been a more perfect evening. Romance and intense sexual tension imbued the air surrounding us, I wanted him, and I wanted him badly.

I found myself clinching to the wine glass as the look of his biceps peeking through his off-white polo shirt enthralled my imagination. He’s talking to me, but everything is a blur—all I can see are his perfectly plumped lips. For the first time, I’ve heard an angel speak—this must be heaven. I pondered on what his warm, manly breath would feel like slithering down my ear canal while we…you know—do what’s destined. I want his angelic voice to speak risqué things to me while he harmonizes with my body and soul. As the blur faded, a high-pitched voice came into focus.

“Ma’am, have you decided on what you’ll be having tonight?”

I wanted to tell the server that my meal was already prepared and served itself across the table from me.

“I’ll have umm…The Anderson Special, with a lot of creamy sauce on the sausage please.”

“We don’t serve—”

“Can we have a few more minutes please,” Anderson interrupted.

“Sure, not a problem. Take your time.”

His eyes caressed my body as he glared at my cleavage—biting and licking his lips occasionally. Chills gyrated down my spine as he assured me that it was okay and that I should relax. I tried to remain unflustered, though I’d much rather hear the words “relax” as he nibbles on the sweet spot on my neck.

After we got done eating and left the restaurant, I became a little anxious about his next move. I wasn’t sure if I should take the initiative—after all, I wanted this more than he did. He told me to follow him down an empty alley—it was pitch black and only had a single street light. I was effervescent, like a kid waiting at the ice cream truck for their favorite ice cream.

He pinned me against the wall, hands in crucified position with his overlaying mine. He thoroughly explored my mouth—palate and all. His tongue exuded the expertise of one that underwent rigorous training—unparalleled strength and impeccable technique. I couldn’t hold back the tears of joy engendered by the satisfaction he instilled in my body—mostly my mouth, but it transcended throughout every subatomic particle of my cells.

“There’s something I must tell you,” I sighed.

“What is it?”

“My husband can’t find out about this, he is crazy!”

With a precarious smile on his face, he whispered, “Neither can mine.”

© Jenoy Merchant and merchantwritesagain.wordpress.com, 2018

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18 Comments

  1. Wow lovely writing. I really enjoyed it, each line I read made me want to read more. The ending was surprising tho, made me laugh, I wasn’t such an ending, however I loved it. Keep up the good work, you are very talented.

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  2. I never would have guessed the ending, but it’s the sort of surprise ending that you find in great literature — that is, it comes as a surprise, but totally fits and seems perfectly natural — maybe even inevitable – once you’ve read it. In this day and age, your ending could easily occur to a couple. Which makes it all the more hilarious.

    I also find it interesting you’ve given the woman a lusty sexuality. Good for you! That was unheard of when I was growing up five or so decades ago. My, times have changed. For the better.

    Thanks for sharing it!

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    1. This piece certainly exudes the reality for some.

      Haha, the woman’s character was developed to support the theme and aid in distracting the reader from the surprise that was about to be revealed.

      I love getting feedback on my work. It makes me think of ways to either build upon what I’ve already presented or even play off the interpretations of others—if different from my original intent.

      Thanks for reading.

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