Under L. Marie
The following is FICTION! I repeat Fiction. F-I-C-T-I-O-N. However it is based on me and a real friend of mine. I took things from real life and slopped them together with shit I made up. I did not sleep with Rio. Rio is not even his real name. I started writing another book and this was the original opening but I have decided to go in a different direction with the story. I still like this opening and think it is at least worth sharing here. Even though it's now scrapped.
Here goes...
My face is smashed up against my pillow. Rio is tossing me and turning me to his content. He has me from behind now. I look at the clock and then look back at him over my left shoulder. The smell of our sweat and sex has filled the room. God I just want to go to sleep. He huffs and turns me to the right so he can fuck me from the side. How much longer am I going to do this?
My mind is spinning. Im thinking of all the guys Ive dated. All the guys whove fucked me over. I dont know if I want to settle down. I love what I have going with Rio because I can still see other people. Hes been married for five years. Its just a piece of paper anyway. His marriage is on the rocks. His wife messes around on him too. So I dont feel so bad that Im fucking a married man. But I sometimes feel unsatisfied. Itd be nice to have something real for once. He inhales deeply and his ribcage rises high and he exhales.
Its 1:45 in the morning. Rio told his wife he was working. Hes a bartender. So he has fifteen more minutes to get off. Which leaves him time to shower my scent off and to make it to Echo Park from my apartment in West Hollywood, before his wife starts to get worried. Rio says she never worries because shes never home anymore. Weve been going at it since 10:00pm.
He puts me on me back and continues thrusting over me. I put my hand up his shirt. Its the only article of clothing he still has on. Its his work shirt. Its going to smell like sweat. But thats believable. Hes usually sweaty at work. His wife wont notice. Rio says she doesnt even care. Besides Rios worn this shirt so many times that is just retains his smell anyway. With my hand under the remaining piece of his Little Joy Bar uniform, I stroke one shoulder blade to the next, then run my hand down one side of his back and up the other, slightly using my nails but not too hard. I dont want to leave a mark.
Rio arches back and moans. His thrusts become slower with more time between each burst into me. I came a long time ago. I cant come anymore. Im glad hes done.
He lies on top of me, kissing my forehead and tucking my straight dark locks behind my ears.
Oh my God. Your hair smells sooo good.
No your hair smells so good, I say back.
Our little inside joke. When we first met, he got real close to me, looked me dead in the eye and said, This is going to sound really strange but can I smell your hair? He took a huge whiff and I was hooked on him. I thought it was the strangest pick-up line Id ever heard and I admired his creativity and boldness. Everyone else in the bar found it strange that the bartender was leaving his post and planting his face into my mane. Its that kind of weird shit I just cant resist.
I tuck his long dark wavy locks behind his ears. We look into each others eyes. I like him. I really do. But hes not ever getting a divorce. And I dont want him to. I dont need him to. This fun just the way it is.
The following is FICTION! I repeat Fiction. F-I-C-T-I-O-N. However it is based on me and a real friend of mine. I took things from real life and slopped them together with shit I made up. I did not sleep with Rio. Rio is not even his real name. I started writing another book and this was the original opening but I have decided to go in a different direction with the story. I still like this opening and think it is at least worth sharing here. Even though it's now scrapped.
Here goes...
My face is smashed up against my pillow. Rio is tossing me and turning me to his content. He has me from behind now. I look at the clock and then look back at him over my left shoulder. The smell of our sweat and sex has filled the room. God I just want to go to sleep. He huffs and turns me to the right so he can fuck me from the side. How much longer am I going to do this?
My mind is spinning. Im thinking of all the guys Ive dated. All the guys whove fucked me over. I dont know if I want to settle down. I love what I have going with Rio because I can still see other people. Hes been married for five years. Its just a piece of paper anyway. His marriage is on the rocks. His wife messes around on him too. So I dont feel so bad that Im fucking a married man. But I sometimes feel unsatisfied. Itd be nice to have something real for once. He inhales deeply and his ribcage rises high and he exhales.
Its 1:45 in the morning. Rio told his wife he was working. Hes a bartender. So he has fifteen more minutes to get off. Which leaves him time to shower my scent off and to make it to Echo Park from my apartment in West Hollywood, before his wife starts to get worried. Rio says she never worries because shes never home anymore. Weve been going at it since 10:00pm.
He puts me on me back and continues thrusting over me. I put my hand up his shirt. Its the only article of clothing he still has on. Its his work shirt. Its going to smell like sweat. But thats believable. Hes usually sweaty at work. His wife wont notice. Rio says she doesnt even care. Besides Rios worn this shirt so many times that is just retains his smell anyway. With my hand under the remaining piece of his Little Joy Bar uniform, I stroke one shoulder blade to the next, then run my hand down one side of his back and up the other, slightly using my nails but not too hard. I dont want to leave a mark.
Rio arches back and moans. His thrusts become slower with more time between each burst into me. I came a long time ago. I cant come anymore. Im glad hes done.
He lies on top of me, kissing my forehead and tucking my straight dark locks behind my ears.
Oh my God. Your hair smells sooo good.
No your hair smells so good, I say back.
Our little inside joke. When we first met, he got real close to me, looked me dead in the eye and said, This is going to sound really strange but can I smell your hair? He took a huge whiff and I was hooked on him. I thought it was the strangest pick-up line Id ever heard and I admired his creativity and boldness. Everyone else in the bar found it strange that the bartender was leaving his post and planting his face into my mane. Its that kind of weird shit I just cant resist.
I tuck his long dark wavy locks behind his ears. We look into each others eyes. I like him. I really do. But hes not ever getting a divorce. And I dont want him to. I dont need him to. This fun just the way it is.
Did Rio make it home in time?