Page 6 of Brave as It

“Wanna feel your cream coat my fingers then I’m gonna lick it off.”

I turn my head to him wanting to cover my face with his neck because it sounds so naughty, but in this moment, I want it all. The noise of the club, the dark ambience, and the way we are off to our own space gives this illusion we are alone. Or maybe it’s the alcohol surging through my system. Either way I simply don’t care as my body is climbing higher seeking a release.

Lifting my head with my face to him as he looks to me, his lips crash to mine as he surges two fingers inside of me. I stop breathing as he begins flicking his fingers back and forth inside me. The sensations are too much as I climb higher and higher. How does he know my body when I don’t even know his damn name?

I can’t think as he kisses me like I’ve never been kissed before. His thumb comes to press against my clit as he works me in and out.

“Happy New Year,” is yelled out around me as I feel myself tighten and come right there on his fingers.

I’ve never had an orgasm before. I feel my pussy pulsing as he slows the pace letting me come down. His fingers come out as I am whimpering wishing we were anywhere but here so I could have more. He brings his fingers into his mouth and smirks as he thoroughly licks them moving them in and out not at all hiding his own delight.

“Good to the last drop, baby girl. Best I’ve ever tasted,” he whispers as I try to drop my head to hide from the intensity of his gaze.

“Oh no, don’t you get shy now. I’m nowhere near done with you. Tonight is just a taste.”

“Huh,” I whisper.

“You think I’m gonna taste you on my fingers and let that sweetness go. Nah, baby girl, I’m gettin’ your number, and this isgonna be the first of many orgasms I’m gonna give you in every way possible.”

“Oh,” is all I can manage. He wants my number, I’m too dizzy from my release to take it all in.

He spins us around in his chair again. “Next one you’re gonna be sittin’ on my face.”

Heat flushes me.

I’ve never encountered a man this bold before. He leaves me speechless.

If I’m honest, he leaves me wanting more.

So very much more.

If this is the beginning of my new year, this one is going to be one full of experiences. I once read somewhere,whatever you do on New Year’s Day will be what you do all year long.Holy shit, a year of orgasms? I’m not sure I can take it.

I guess time will tell. I wonder, though, will he actually call when the light of day comes around?

TWO

WESSON

Boomerism: War isn’t always fought on a battlefield.

“Killing me beautiful.”I tell her honestly. “Wish you were here in my arms.”

“Wesson, you’re so full of shit,” Emmalee blows off my compliment. “If you weren’t the man you are I wouldn’t have dared have a video call without makeup on.”

“Man I am, huh.” I smirk, “Baby girl, the man I am sees a woman who is gorgeous top to toe. Makeup or not, you turn me on.”

She blushes and rolls her head back trying not to take in my words. I’ve noticed this about her. She doesn’t take compliments well. Honestly, it turns me on more. She is sexy as fuck in this innocent way. Emmalee is unlike any woman I’ve encountered before.

“Fuckin’ got me hard over here with a single smile.” That is the damn truth. Honestly, she breathes the same air as me and I’m hard. I haven’t had this reaction to a female since I lost my legs. With her, it’s more than physical attraction. It’s aconnection I can’t explain. I want to call her. I want to text her. I want to be the reason she smiles, laughs, and has a good day.

After my accident I struggled with intimacy. If I get real with the man in the mirror, I still battle my ability to let someone in, but with Emmalee I think I can really do this. All aspects of a relationship suddenly seem like a possibility. Something I haven’t done since well, ever.

I’ve fucked a lot of women. I’ve thought I shared something with a few of them. My accident though, it brought everything into perspective. What was love really wasn’t. What mattered before didn’t. Every part of my life I see differently now. Being half of who I once was, feelings change in all aspects of my life. My perspective on everything is different now. From the moment I woke up in the hospital it’s like I’ve been floating through each day. Learning to transfer, to take a shit, peeing sitting down, it has all been a harsh adjustment. Imagine every demasculinizing thing and I endured that humiliation post-accident. Even now, there are still challenges, accidents, and embarrassment.

On the outside, I don’t dare let anyone know how much it bothers me. They want me to be strong. They want to know I’ve accepted things. They don’t want to know I relive my accident and recovery every night and most days. The thoughts that consume me are the kind no one talks about. The dance with the devil on my shoulder telling me everyone would be better off without me. They would all understand if I gave up. If I took things into my own hands and ended the pain, no one would question why or how or what could have been different. Granted not one person close to me actually knows the thoughts I battle.

They all think I’m fine and I plan to play the part until I take my very last breath.

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