Weakly

By Monday our relationship had come to an end which hurt me to the core when he said, “We can never be.” In my mind, I thought this was something temporary and that Josh would realize that I am made just for him. As he left my office, I seen him go to Maria’s desk and ask her out to lunch. My body became numb as he left with her out of the building. I thought about him a lot that day but by Tuesday, I fucked James in the mail room, his thick white cock became the answer to my pain as we tore up the place fucking everywhere. The pain from Josh faded some but at night I would toss and turn thinking about his body hovering on top of mine. By Wednesday, I was in a state of mourning and decided to have a scoop of chocolate ice cream. Although the heat brought intense flames so did Rick, tall with muscles all over his body. He gradually took me by the hand and led me to the back where he dripped vanilla ice cream on my pussy, licking me into ecstasy. By Thursday night I cried for Josh in my sleep, dreaming of him sucking my nipples like a soldier on a mission. Then suddenly a knock came to my door and it was Brad who lived next door. My lips quivered by the sight of him and his long dark hair which blew slightly in his face. “Livia, your mail came to my box accidentally again.” as he handed me the stack of mail. I looked over his beautiful sexy frame, thanked him then closed the door. Thursday was gone and by Friday Josh had escaped my mind completely. At home later that night, I laid on the couch looking through Tinder profiles playing smash or pass. When suddenly a knock came to my door, it was Josh standing in front of me with no shirt just some grey sweats as his shoulder length hair fell to one side. The intensity in his eyes captured me instantly as he pushed me to the wall, swallowing my hands inside his. “You are in my mind Livia, I don’t know how but I don’t want to be without you, ” he said as he kissed into my lips while rubbing my fat wet pussy. We stayed there for a moment sharing our bodies when he said, ” I heard you like vanilla ice cream.”

The Doctor

“Are you going to the doctor?” My sister inquired. The covers were pulled over my head as I tossed and turned not wanting to get up. “Yes, I am going in a second!”I screamed. The door slammed and I could hear a soft mumble from her lips as she rushed down the stairs off to work. I don’t like living with her but her craziness smooths out my laziness. However she works these weird late night hours so I hardly even see her except for in the morning. The doctor, something that I was not overly thrilled about but I needed to go because a few weeks ago I started to have these sensations that were not allowing me to sleep. Some nights I would even wake up in a cold sweat and could barely go back to a state of rest. After a few minutes of tussling with the idea of going to the doctor, I decided to get up and go. I always fuss about what to wear but today I made it easy by just grabbing a pair of black jeans and a red crop top. My sister thinks a crop top on a big girl is insane but I have been watching a lot of You Tube lately and the fashion gurus say, “Fuck the rules!” I agree as I smile at my self in the mirror. No time to curl my hair so I slap some mousse through my black locks and put on my favorite black stud earrings. I looked back into my reflection to make sure everything was perfect and went out the door.

Even though the city is busy I drive everywhere because I love to gaze. No matter where I am, I seem to always find a store to go into or a park to walk through. Since I do most of my work at home, my day is free to do whatever I want. Sometimes I stop by the book store to chat with my friend Laura who always seems to direct me towards the romantic books. Then on some days I go get a scoop of my favorite ice cream which is butter nut caramel. I always seem to meet interesting people when I go in there which makes me come back for more. However just riding through the city brings a smile to my face because I see all kinds of people going on about their day. Some of them look like they’re in a hurry and others look disappointed. Although I am looking over the tall buildings, I almost forgot why I was riding around in the first place. I soon come upon 25th Lloyd street which is where my doctor is located. I park my car then proceed to go into the building already thinking about what I will do after the appointment.

After almost running into someone by the elevator, I arrive at the office of my doctor. The office is sleek and modern like something out of a magazine. The walls are grey and white with little specks of diamonds peeking out from the pattern. I filled out my name on the wait sheet then I sat down waiting for my turn. For a second I began to build some anxiety because I don’t know how to explain my symptoms without sounding all crazy. Thoughts rush through my head then she says, “Samantha the doctor will see you now,” I got up from the sturdy chair that hugged my butt and followed the nurse. She took me to a room, told me to undress and that the doctor should be in shortly. Taking my clothes off in front of a man is more terrifying to me than being at the doctor. As I unhooked my bra I began to think how this appointment would go and how should I explain my symptoms when a knock came to the door. Two knocks and the doctor came in a stood there frozen. I don’t know who is more shocked him or I but I knew this man is not my regular doctor.