It only took a year and a month, almost exactly. And, yes, I know it’s a Thursday night, but I think this is our song.
I moved here from one of the biggest metropolitan areas in the world, and it took me a while to get sweet on it. Things moved too slow, people were a certain way, I missed the small circle of people and places that encompassed the first 22 years of my life.
Tonight, I went to my friend’s birthday in the suburbs. Rather than waiting for the bus or a ride, I opted to walk home and saw my city’s skyline looming in the distance as I drew closer and closer to it. I was only about twenty-five minutes away, but there was something beautiful about watching the lawns get smaller and the houses get closer together and the roads assert their dominance over the area. There was something about looking at that skyline and knowing where I fit into it.
I watched the throngs of people grow thicker, the homes recede into apartments and businesses, the space condense.
Lately, I’ve felt less like an outsider here and more like I fit into the fabric of this place. I’ve finally figured out its personality. And gazing at that skyline, I didn’t compare it to another I know so well. Instead, for the very first time, it stood on its own.
Basically, he had three fingers working on my g-spot and he was making me cum over and over. And I didn’t ask to cum so he kind of abruptly stopped.
He was trying to make me blush by playing back the larger audio file that this came from, but I just wound up laughing over this. He says my little princess came out. Hmph.
Can you conjure, in your head, the way it sounds when your name escapes their lips? The particular inflection, the rise and fall of the syllables? The way it sounds when they’re laughing it, shouting it, exasperated and forcing it, sleepily dreaming it, or moaning it against your lips? What do they call you in those moments? How does it command your attention, ply your heart, pull you to them? Nobody else says it quite that way.
