Post by goldenmyst on Aug 24, 2018 22:47:59 GMT -6
Rosa's River Swim Foiled
“Rosa, if you ever lift a hand to hurt yourself I’ll physically restrain you. Then your sex privileges will be revoked for an entire year.”
“You wouldn’t dare! Oh, I bet you’ll make your own fun. I do it too. Hah! Two can play at this game. Let’s see who cries uncle first!” she says.
“I’m well versed in abstinence having grown up with two sisters in a house with paper thin walls.”
She replies, “Please don’t put me on a diet of no sex. I’ll lose what’s left of my marbles.”
“You’ll face that music if you ever try to hurt yourself” I warn.
“If I were a man you’d have me by the balls.”
“Cheating on me is pardonable but self-harm is
an absolute no-no. Now, get your fanny in the car and no more night trips to the river, ever.”
“Me, an adulteress, why go out after soy dogs when I’ve got barbecue tempeh at home?”
“What you need is a good roll in the hay,” I say.
“Take me for a tumble lover man.”
“walk down the riverbank.”
“Is that so you can lead me to a secluded
spot and have your way with me?”
“Lift your skirt my Gal! We are going on a Louisiana Hayride. With this here pocket knife those panties will come off lickety-split.”
“Paul, these sweet nothings cost twenty dollars.
Are you sure you want to shred them?”
“We’ll collect the rags to keep from littering.”
“Giddy up horsey. But for this rodeo ride, I’m going to mount you. Don’t fret one bit about it. After all, I am your cowgirl bride.”
My blade makes quick work of her panties. She says, “I bet you brought that knife just for this purpose. You Boy Scouts come prepared.”
She does an Irish jig with her hips jiggling until my bow is rosined with lubrication. She rolls and waggles her bottom like a lusty lass who has fought off the blues and needs a bouncy evening with her lad. Her witchy cackle catches me by surprise. It could ward off or attract spectators for our dance with the devil. But her hair splash on my face feels like the flutter of raven feathers on All Souls Night when even a whisper echoes in the chamber of my heart. Her hawkish laughter sends prickles deep into my magic stones where masculinity borrows its strength from her femininity.
A ship passing through the night on the river shines its light on us creating a St. Elmo’s fire effect on our naked bodies. Her face looks like that of Helen sailing the lake of heaven who for the first time sees the Isle of the Blest where she will share the afterlife with Achilles for an eternity lovemaking.
“Honey, let me take you home. I couldn’t make it without your cooking” I say.
“Oh shit. I hope you love me for more than my cooking.”
“I was making a joke to lighten your mood.”
“Well, it worked. Escort me back to our apartment. That roach motel sounds like paradise now.”
“I can’t cook but that I can do. Let’s go home.”
“My legs feel weak. Pick me up and carry me to the car” she says.
I carry her like a bride out of a darker shade of midnight. “Say lover man; let’s get in your car and cruise. Take me out for Chinese” she says.
“Rosa, if you ever lift a hand to hurt yourself I’ll physically restrain you. Then your sex privileges will be revoked for an entire year.”
“You wouldn’t dare! Oh, I bet you’ll make your own fun. I do it too. Hah! Two can play at this game. Let’s see who cries uncle first!” she says.
“I’m well versed in abstinence having grown up with two sisters in a house with paper thin walls.”
She replies, “Please don’t put me on a diet of no sex. I’ll lose what’s left of my marbles.”
“You’ll face that music if you ever try to hurt yourself” I warn.
“If I were a man you’d have me by the balls.”
“Cheating on me is pardonable but self-harm is
an absolute no-no. Now, get your fanny in the car and no more night trips to the river, ever.”
“Me, an adulteress, why go out after soy dogs when I’ve got barbecue tempeh at home?”
“What you need is a good roll in the hay,” I say.
“Take me for a tumble lover man.”
“walk down the riverbank.”
“Is that so you can lead me to a secluded
spot and have your way with me?”
“Lift your skirt my Gal! We are going on a Louisiana Hayride. With this here pocket knife those panties will come off lickety-split.”
“Paul, these sweet nothings cost twenty dollars.
Are you sure you want to shred them?”
“We’ll collect the rags to keep from littering.”
“Giddy up horsey. But for this rodeo ride, I’m going to mount you. Don’t fret one bit about it. After all, I am your cowgirl bride.”
My blade makes quick work of her panties. She says, “I bet you brought that knife just for this purpose. You Boy Scouts come prepared.”
She does an Irish jig with her hips jiggling until my bow is rosined with lubrication. She rolls and waggles her bottom like a lusty lass who has fought off the blues and needs a bouncy evening with her lad. Her witchy cackle catches me by surprise. It could ward off or attract spectators for our dance with the devil. But her hair splash on my face feels like the flutter of raven feathers on All Souls Night when even a whisper echoes in the chamber of my heart. Her hawkish laughter sends prickles deep into my magic stones where masculinity borrows its strength from her femininity.
A ship passing through the night on the river shines its light on us creating a St. Elmo’s fire effect on our naked bodies. Her face looks like that of Helen sailing the lake of heaven who for the first time sees the Isle of the Blest where she will share the afterlife with Achilles for an eternity lovemaking.
“Honey, let me take you home. I couldn’t make it without your cooking” I say.
“Oh shit. I hope you love me for more than my cooking.”
“I was making a joke to lighten your mood.”
“Well, it worked. Escort me back to our apartment. That roach motel sounds like paradise now.”
“I can’t cook but that I can do. Let’s go home.”
“My legs feel weak. Pick me up and carry me to the car” she says.
I carry her like a bride out of a darker shade of midnight. “Say lover man; let’s get in your car and cruise. Take me out for Chinese” she says.
