What does a man like me do when he changes, does he lose himself, or does he just lose parts of him that no longer exist, the parts that were bad, but not all parts were bad, at least that is what I believe.
Yesterday was amazing, but how do I do this, what happens past the kissing and fucking. I don’t know, I have never been here. I have never liked a woman so much that I want to spend all my time with her, I have never felt that incredible feeling that I feel in my guts when I am around her. How long does this last, does it last forever.
How do I let her into my life, let her into my life she knows nothing about. How do I tell her who I really am?
But just before my thoughts consume me, I am ripped away by Dominic’s voice, “Glad to see you have some clothes on this morning.”
“If I was you I'd keep my mouth shut.”
“I think it's more like you keeping it shut with all that moaning.”
“If you don't keep it shut you will be moaning.”
I never used to care for sharing myself and sharing my life. Sharing secrets or telling lies. I did it how I want to do it when I want to do it, say it how I want to say it, and play it how I want to play it. I had a good mind for business and an even better head for having fun and getting pleasure, not referring to that head you will find upon my shoulders. I did not have to lie and I have not lied to either. The way I see it, I have not blatantly lied to Ava, she has not asked what it is that I do. I have not had to tell her nor tell her a lie either. I have asked her what these things are that she does and she has been avoiding the answer. My blood is starting to boil as I turn my attention to Dominic, “Dominic have you heard anything from Emma?” “Not a fucking word and you?” “I have heard nothing from Ava either.” “Do you think they are fucking around?” “I swear if she is with another fucking man then the shit is gonna be loose.”
Women are damn confusing and so are relationships. You have to work at both and you have to work really hard. Things have always come easy to me, why can't this, why can't I just get what I want. How much should you give before you get in return? The more you give away of yourself the lesser man you become. This brings me to another word. Unreasonable. That is probably the best way to describe how I acting. I have never been unreasonable in business or in life, at least that is how I feel. There might be a string of women who think far otherwise and now I can add Ava to this list. But it is time to push Ava to the side of my mind, and it seems to be Joseph that rips my thought back to the present as he can barely contain his excitement, “Fuck I can't wait to see some pussy in my face.” I only but shake my head at him, “You do get how sick that sounds.” “Since when do you care how we talk about women?” “Since I dated one for almost a month.”
So I have landed my ass in a shower on a stage with a stripper. From what I saw, her body is hot as fuck, but that does not even compare to what her touch feels like. She is fuelling a fire that is being fuelled by the wrong woman. The song starts fading out, and another comes in, meaning that my shower experience is not done yet. Her hands move to my waist, and she lets them linger there; just knowing that she is so close to my cock makes my body tremble. Then the girl speaks, “You can take your blindfold off now.” “What?” “I said, you can take your blindfold off now.” “Ava!” “Hey baby.” Shocked does not come close to what I am feeling. I am still deciding if I am turned on or pissed off. She is looking so damn good standing there in only a bikini bottom with the water dripping down every inch of her exposed skin. “Fuck Ava what are you doing here?” “Standing naked in a shower on a stage with my ex-boyfri
So what can I say? I have fallen in love with a stripper. I don't know if it is a cliche or if I am just lucky. It is damn hot, the things that she can do with her body up on that pole; I get a hard-on just thinking about it. Needless to say, I am not mad at her; in fact, we are back together again. She is still fast asleep, curled up next to me. It feels all so fuzzy and warm; I can easily stare at her the whole day. “Why are you staring at me with that stupid smirk on your face?” The smile on my face only but grows wider as I pull her closer, “I don't have a stupid smirk on my face.” “Then what is it.” “A crooked smile.” “You such a dumb ass.” “Do you want to go for breakfast somewhere?” “Okay, what have you done to Trayton?” “Whacked his ass and buried him in the garden.” “That is not funny.” “I think it is.” “Then I think you sick.” “Seriously now, do you?” “Okay
I think I have a problem; I can play it safe and hurt Ava or bare myself completely naked and possibly hurt myself. For now, I will play it safe until I figure out what to do with the rest. But I have just realized something else, with my experience with women in the past, this has never happened, I never thought it would happen, and now that it has, I don't know what to do with it either. She can sense that something is up with me, but she does not say a word. In a way, this is a good way to get to know each other without the sex. I am sure she sees that I am trying. We head on into the Bistro where we are greeted by the waitress, “Hey Trayton, it is good to see you again. Table for two?” “Yes, thank you, Tina.” We are seated at the table, and I can see there is a burning question on her face so I decide to put her out of her misery, “I know what you are thinking, and we did not.” “What did you not do?” “Fuck her.”
A week now and I have not heard from her, not a call, not a message; she has even stopped coming to the club at night when she is not working, so has Emma and Becca as well. In my honest opinion, she did not give me the time to explain, nor did she consider that she is perhaps just a little overreacting. The truth is that if she chooses to stay with me, she must accept it; I did hers so she can mine. I do not intend to stop what I do; I am damn good at it, and as sick as it sounds, my job is very rewarding. I say don't jump to conclusions if you don't know the story. Though it is fucking torture, because I miss her. And Dominic, even though he does not want to admit, missed Emma too which is very clear by his next comment, “Fuck do you think we are ever going to hear from them again?” Not wanting for him to see the hurt in my eyes I look the other way as I answer, “The way it's looking, I think not.” “Have you tried to contact her?”
After what seems to be an endless drive, I am finally here. It is strange to see the old town again; nothing has really changed around here, the same old people probably still live around here too. Hopefully, the old bar is still where it was as well. I need a drink before I head onto where I want to go. My luck, the bar is still here. I take a seat at the bar and order my drink, “Bartender, can I please have a whiskey.” “Sure coming right up.” The bartender is a girl; she has got her back to me while she is getting my drink. Her voice sounds familiar, but I can't quite place it. “Fuck Jacklyn.” “Trayton. What are you doing here?” “I have something I need to do.” “I was wondering when we will see you again.” “What are you still doing here?” “My grandmother is sick, so I am looking after her.” “Fuck it is really good to see you. You are looking good.” “You are, what's the word? You definitely not
What more can a man ask for when you have everything that you want. The only thing Ido want is for this not to fall apart again. I know there is something more to this; there is something eating her up inside that she is not willing to share. I want to be there; I want to be the man that makes it better, that takes it all away. I will find out what it is. I will do anything to protect the woman I love. My mom is still fragile even though she puts on a brave face; I can only imagine what seven years of isolation would do to you. I catch her staring into the nothingness now and then still. I don't want to expose her to anything that she is not ready for yet. I don't know what it even is. I am going to protect her from everything I possibly can. “Mom, is it okay if I put you on the far side of the house?” “For damn sure. I don't want to hear the moans and screams.” Dominic only but bursts out laughing, “We don't scream. Maybe moan. But defini