(excerpt from “We followed the Butterflies”)
Watching the sun set as I leaned against the window pane, babysitting like two sips of cold café con leche in the white, shiny, ceramic coffee mug and I guess I was lost in thought and smiling like an idiot when Isabella quietly stepped up besides me and offered a “Penny for my thoughts”, I did not stir, but asked her to witness the beauty of the Fierce, Fiery, & Dedicated Sun as it bid adieu to the day, Isabella confessed her love for this particular time of day, for she says it is when the sun gently, with the warmest of rays, caresses & kisses her body goodnight, I giggled, couldn’t help it, Isabella, uff, everything is a sexual innuendo with this chick.
Come let’s sit, offered Isabella, tell us all about Christmas Eve, lull us into a dream with your words, she squealed like a hopeless romantic. So, I began to tell my tale and before spilling the first word forth into the room, my body was covered in goose bumps, my nipples hard and I noticed a slight quiver to my voice. I excitedly pushed forward with the events of that evening which, obviously continues to affect me – mind, body and soul, I shook it off and sat across from the girls, Isabella smiling from ear to ear….
“The evening was very cold and to make matters worst, I was anxious, excited, and a hell of a lot nervous, like a teenager meeting with her crush for the first time underneath the bleachers. Anywho, as I got out of the car and walked towards the house, I saw him through the glass, walking with such a tranquil ease and a smile that could melt an iceberg, he reached to unlock the door as I approached the threshold.” (Isabella, Philomena & shockingly, Juanita were sitting up and leaning forward, making sure to catch every single word.)
Once inside, I was greeted with a strong energy that whispered; “relax & enjoy the moment” and I did just that….. I went on to explain to the very much mesmerized ladies, how I walked barefoot into the living room and was greeted by the soft crackle of the fireplace that beckoned me to sit close, it was then that I noticed the bottle of red wine waiting to be poured into the elegant crystal glasses, only to be tilted towards our lips and swirled onto our palettes so it can dance an enchanting tango on our tongues, provoking a contagious smile.
Philomena asked, in her soft voice, “did The Mister scoop you into his muscled arms in front of the warm fireplace?” her question caused me to pause, I couldn’t remember if he hugged me, like WTH? that made me want to cry – how could I not remember the most important moment? so I just shrugged the question away. I went on to describe how we sat on the carpet in front of the fireplace, drank our wine and ate chocolate as we exchanged gifts, conversed and laughed, and while all of this was actually taking place, I drifted, my mind had drifted towards some arousing, inappropriate, heavy, seductive thoughts of him, of us, all intertwined like a pretzel, naked and sweaty – whoa.
After our second glass of wine, The Mister took me by the hand and guided me to the bedroom where he pulled the soft, thick blankets back and invited me to lay in the comforts of his plush bed, we watched some pre-recorded shows with funny skits then cuddled, yes, we simply cuddled, spooned, caressed and inhaled each others scents, and although no one, none of us, initiated foreplay, ooohhh, if it had been initiated, it would have led us into a much wanted sexual encounter, I did, however, feel his solid erection, I felt the playful, curious, hard erection pressed against my thigh as he gently caressed my body, I laid in that bed, in anticipation of feeling that throbbing warmth inside of me as I rested my head on that soft pillow, and realized I was left waiting, until the sun peeked through the blinds, announcing the Christmas Morning. (unbelievable!!!) We shared the birth of the new day by having coffee and conversation in the bright, sun-filled kitchen, and as I readied to leave, I remembered the hug, I remembered his strong, firm arms embracing me, causing an eruption of endorphins that placed a permanent smile on my face & a dampness in my crotch the whole entire day.
– I wandered off in my head again, asking myself what did I do wrong? why didn’t he make love to me? and as I was about to dig my whole deeper with doubt, Juanita yelled at me, she said “STOP IT. DON’T GO THERE!” But I did, and it was then that I decided to share a piece I had written shortly after arriving home that morning, –
( I asked the Moon)
In my world of utter Wonderment of all things Mother Nature, of the Universe, of the Sun and the Moon, I chose…
I chose to sit with the Moon and inquire, was it in the morning when the Sun opened his eyes?
or was it in the early evening when he, the Sun, began his descent to wake you, my amazing Moon? was it then that things began to change?
Please tell me, in what warm breeze of mine? – in what cold, crisp wind of his did our story end before it ever began?
……Philomena cried, Isabella sighed heavily and Juanita, well Juanita cursed, out loud, in spanish……
I walked away, knowing that this was My Favorite Christmas Eve ever………..
I reminded the girls that this story does not end here…….
———– To be Continued………
Magically Orgasmic 