“Hey Ryan” my brother Zan’s voice comes through the speaker when I answer the phone. I look around the now empty office echoes, it’s 15 past knockoff and I’m still here. My boss would curse me out if he knew I was still sitting here. He is a firm believer in work-home balance. He doesn’t want overworked employees, the thought of anyone working past the allocated working hours hurts him physically. Those are his own words, I am not exaggerating. I work at a tech company as the CEO’s personal assistant. My boss Maximus, but we call him Max is the coolest person I know.
He made a fortune creating high-tech security gadgets, he’s a genius and he knows it. But not in an irritating type of way, he’s wealthy and smart but he’s cool. He treats all his employees well. In fact, he treats all human beings well. I love working here and I love my job, which is why I start gathering my stuff so I can leave. I shut down my computer at the thought of having another painstakingly long conversation with my boss about the importance of unplugging.My phone buzzes as I pick it up to place it into my purse, I look at the caller ID and see my brother’s name. I take a deep breath, I dread talking to my brother. Not that I have him or anything but we have never gelled. He’s way older than me and never took to me like my other siblings I guess.
“Hello,” I answer on the third ring.
“Hey,” he replies through the speaker, sounding as uncomfortable as I am.
“What’s up?” I say bracing for the conversation, I have never been comfortable with my brother. He's always misunderstood me, he doesn’t get me. He has always said I am too emotional, too open and he could never be like that. So I am always guarded around him, never showing any emotion: never saying too much. I hate that I reduce myself like that but I am tired of being labeled “over-sensitive, emotional, and all that”.
He usually prefers to talk to me through text but I guess today he decided to go for the phone call, whatever he wants must be important. Our conversations are always limited to three-word texts and instructions. I love him but it seems like we never get it together. The older we get the further apart we grow.Sometimes I think it’s the age gap but, my sister is way older than me but we get along well. I can’t figure him out
“ I need a favor, a friend of mine needs to get a package to me and since you’re coming home this weekend can you please get it from him? I would rather not pay for shipping. “ he says getting to the point, something I appreciate since I would rather keep this conversation short anyway.
“Okay just give him my number and we’ll work it out,” I say getting to the point even quicker.
“I will, thanks for your help, we’ll see you this weekend.” He says pausing slightly as if he wanted to say something but doesn’t.
“No problem, see you this weekend,” I say not really knowing what to say. Then he ends the call.
I am looking forward to going home this weekend, I haven’t seen my parents in a while. I know that is going to be a long conversation with my mother. She wants her kids to be home all the time but as life would have it, that isn’t the case. My mother is loving, dotting, and smothering all at the same time. You know how parents like to claim that they love all their children the same? With my mother it’s actually true. She loves all five of us the same. I love how she takes the time to hug each of us every time we go home.
My father likes to joke that she’s trying to reattach herself to us, she doesn’t want to let go of us. My father on the other hand is okay with us leaving when the visit is over. He loves having the house to himself, “no kids or grandkids to mess up his routine” he says. We know he loves us all but he needs his wife and house to himself.
I sit at my desk for a while wondering why I am dreading going home and for a moment I am confused about why I feel that way. Then it hits me, “shit”. I reach for my purse and stand from my desk. I head out of the office through to the elevator.
On my way down to the parking garage, I try to figure out my night. Get home, take a long bath, cook a good dinner, and what? I am not looking forward to the same thing I do every night, I crave adventure. Okay fine, I miss sex.
But I push that thought out of my mind, sex is not on the menu for me tonight and that’s okay. I guess.
So; N*****x and chill? Yoga session? I sigh at the thought of spending another night alone. Don’t get me wrong I don’t hate being by myself, I love it. I enjoy my own company a whole lot but the last few months I have been hearing the silence a little too loudly.
I laugh out loud at how sad I sound
I’ve been single for six months now and I miss contact, I miss being with someone. I don’t miss the complicated bits that come with relationships. That’s the reason I broke up with Reign, my last boyfriend. Things got complicated too quickly and I had to get out.
I take a deep breath memories of us together flooding my brain, we had a good thing going but…
“Get a grip Ryan,” I say to myself as I get out of the elevator and walk to my car. I drive home listening to a podcast, that ought to get me right, I think.
Lonely nights
When I get home I get through my night just as I predicted, home, bath, dinner: bed then N*****x. Halfway through an episode of The Prodigal Son, I find myself bored out of my mind. I just can’t seem to get my mind to settle. “I need sex,” I say to the empty room, and naturally my hand snakes down to my pussy over my pajamas. And my she’s so hot, I can feel my pussy’s heat through my pajama pants.
“Oh my, why are you so hot? ” I ask my pussy as if it’s a person.
“Why are you doing this to me, you know we don’t have anyone to play with. He left 'cause we didn’t want to commit, you know that.” I continue as if someone’s going to answer me. I slowly rub over my pussy and it spasms lightly.
I scream into my bedroom feeling each and every sound, breath, and touch of my sheets.
“ Fuck has it really been that long since I got laid?” I ask genuinely concerned for my health. I know it’s only been six months but yoh! My pussy is acting up.
I reach for my phone, I need to find someone to take the edge off, I know a few who would be willing to get it on. I start going through my contact list. A few names catch my eye, Jude is hot but weird. Zane is too interested, I know that’s just asking for trouble. Sam is an ex, that’s a no-no. After going through my contacts two times over I quit. No one is intriguing enough to take the risk.
I flip on my stomach even more frustrated worse than I was a minute ago. I stand up from the bed walk to the kitchen, and pour a cold glass of water. I stand in the middle of my dark kitchen and down the water: then stare at nothing.
“I am going to sleep,” I say in the dark, sex always gets me all bent and shit. Or lack thereof, that is. I place the empty glass in the sink and walk back to my bedroom and get into bed. I lay there facing the ceiling for what seems like forever. I wait for my body to calm down and give in to the sweetness of sleep. But sleep doesn’t come, all I’m aware of is the constant throb between my legs.
My pussy won’t let me sleep, she is demanding I attend to her now. I finally give in to her and start by taking off my pajama top and caressing my tender and sensitive breasts. I cup each in the palm of my hands and my nipples perk up instantly. I pinch and pull them hard; my hips thrust upward as if receiving a long hard cock. My pussy juices drip with a sweet mixture of pain and pleasure I feel on my boobs. I move my hands down my body caressing my already sensitive skin. My pussy spasms at the anticipation of being fucked with my fingers.
I slowly slip my pajama pants down and off. And I slip my thong down and feel the heat from my pussy. I touch my labia and pull at them softly
“Fuck, you feel so good” I say to myself, I move my fingers to my clit and brush lightly and I am rewarded with a drip of pussy juice. I love my pussy, I think to myself. I slide one finger slowly and stop for a while. I slide it out and have a taste, I love how I taste. I move my hands slowly back down and slide two fingers back in. I open my legs wider and fuck myself hard. I go in and out at a rapid pace and then stop sliding my fingers from the inside of my pussy up to my clit and back down again. I keep doing this until I can’t do it anymore and I come with a cry and my legs shake.
I breathe hard trying to calm my heart and my pussy spasms again. As if thanking me. As I come down from the high, slowly sleep comes, I close my eyes and feel my bed hug me it softly. My mind quiets down letting drift me into a deep sleep.
When I get home I get through my night just as I predicted, bath, dinner: bed then Netflix. Half way through an episode of The prodigal son, I find my self bored out of my mind. I just can’t seem to get my mind to settle. “I need sex” I say to the empty room and naturally my hand snakes down to my pussy over my pyjamas . And my she’s so hot, I can feel my pussy’s heat through my pyjama pants.“Oh my, why are you so hot? ” I ask my pussy as if it’s a person.“Why are you doing this to me, you know we don’t have anyone to play with. He left cause we didn’t want to commit, you know that.” I continue as if someone’s going to answer me. I slowly rub over my pussy and it spasms lightly.I scream into my bedroom feeling each and every sound, breathe, touch of my sheets.“ Fuck has it really been that long since I got laid?” I ask genuinely concerned for my health. I know it’s only been a month but yoh! My pussy is acting up.I reach for my phone, I need to fin
Thursday is the busiest day of the week and being executive assistant to the CEO means I have to be on my toes all the time. If I’m on a 100 then my boss is on a thousand. It’s halfway through the day and we’ve been in one meeting after another. At this point, we’re ready to pass out but we won’t be doing that. “What time did you leave here yesterday? “ My boss asks looking down at a handful of papers he’s reading through. Clearly, the contents of the documents are not that interesting if he’s asking me about my knock-off time. “A little after 4:30,” I say not even trying to lie. He already knows the answer he just wants me to know that he knows. He frowns as a sign of disapproval. My phone rings at that moment saving me from a long lecture. “Hello,” I answer getting up to get some privacy. “Hi, may I please speak to Ryan?” a deep voice says on the other end of the phone. Chills run down my spine immediately. “This is she.” I reply “Ryan it’s Gabriel your brother’s friend. “ “
The next morning I wake up feeling relaxed, I slept very well last night. I muse as I stretch feeling good “Nothing like a good night’s sleep to reset,” I say out loud as I get out of bed to get ready for the day. My message notification pings and I reach for it. And the text reads. I wanted you to know that seeing you yesterday was the highlight of my day. It’s always good to see you. I would love to take you out sometime if you’re game – Gabriel I stare at the text for a good five minutes before I start moving again. I need to get ready to leave if I want to get home before the days end. I put the text behind my mind and get on with my day… By the time I look at my phone it’s 3:00 in the afternoon. It’s been 7 hours since the text. I got home two hours ago. I’m sitting in my parent’s sitting room and the whole room is littered with people. All of them speaking at the same time, all of them wanting to be heard. I am sitting on a sofa on the far side of the room listening and
It’s been a 5 days since I got back from visiting my parents and tonight is the fateful night. I’m standing in front of mirror staring at my reflection. I am fully dressed and ready to go but I can’t seem to get out the door. I want to go see Gabriel, what would that mean? I get that it’s just drinks but so much goes into hanging out with him. He’s my brother’s friend and that means something to me. But I do want to go see him, curiosity and a whole bunch of stuff are going off in my head. I look at myself even more in the mirror, the flawless makeup, my full plump lips. I smile at myself as if I made the decision already. I turn and reach for my purse. I leave before I change my mind, what do I have to lose? If I don’t like the situation I leave, delete his number, and block him. End of story. I get to the hotel and stand at the entrance of the restaurant wondering what I’m doing here. I start walking into the restaurant deciding not to chicken out. I look around the beautiful and
I look at Ryan’s beautiful eyes and I can see all the emotions she’s feeling, her body is giving me all the right signals but I can see a struggle in her mind. She leans back from me lightly touching her neck. I smile at her to put her at ease. I know I should have given her some space. I went in too hard too quickly. It’s just that when I saw her tonight, my body took over my mind an all I could think is“ I want you ”. Of course I can’t say that to her that would scare the shit out of her, but looking at her right now I know I went too far. “I’ll think about it” she says after a long pause. Her eyes dart from my eyes to my lips and then she looks away. “Aside from dancing what else do you want to do?” I ask her trying to move the conversation on. I don’t want her to get too uncomfortable and leave. “Uhm… I don’t know. I like the idea of surfing but the ocean is nothing to play with” she says returning my gaze. Suddenly she has this look on her face. As if she suddenly decided to t
“Should we go? I don’t want to keep you any longer” Gabriel says standing he takes a large gulp of the rest of his drink. I look at him a little confused, his emotions switch up so much he’s starting to give me whiplash. He walks behind my chair and gently pulls it out gently as I stand up, I reach for my purse and stand next to him. I lean back so I can see his face and I am instantly reminded of how tall this man is. I am wearing the tallest stilettos I own and they are tall and he still makes me look tiny. My eyes go from his eyes to his mouth and for a moment I want to kiss him and I can tell he’s waiting for me to but I chicken out. “I should go, if I want to function at work tomorrow,” I say more to myself than to him. Being around him is confusing to say the least but I like his vibe, there’s something about being around him that makes sense to me. Right here standing next to him I suddenly understand what he meant when he said he’s drawn to me. I can feel the light zap of elec
“What do you need?” Gabe says to me “What do you mean?” I ask him standing up from my living room sofa, he’s sitting opposite me in my house. I feel uneasy, him in my house is bad. He’s too relaxed and at ease in my domain, while I feel out of my element. He has his long legs spread out in front of him, his arms open on the arms of the sofa. He has a warm smile on his face, he’s so inviting. I look at his casual dress so opposite to the other night. He’s wearing sweats and he’s barefoot. I have a thing about shoes in my house. “You need something, something I can help you with. You just have to tell me what you need and I will oblige you” he says a knowing look on his face. My body warms up at his words. My pussy spasms and he smiles full. His eyes trail to my now hard nipples, I cover them with my arms and sit back down. “I’m good,” I say and look away. “Why are you fighting this? You want me and I am fucking burning for you. Why are you denying the best thing that will ever happe
I resist the urge to look back to see if he left. I walk straight into the living room where Ramie is staring at my brother and Gabriel. “Ramie you remember my brother Zan” I say to her and my brother who is so occupied with making himself a plate of food he didn’t even notice her. And the fact that she went deathly silent since he knocked on the door is unsettling to say the least. What’s up with her, she’s on edge and I don’t appreciate the fact that she brought that energy into my space . And Zan brought Gabriel’s energy into my space as well. As if having him in my dreams is not enough. “Oh, sorry we didn’t see you there. I get like this when my sister cooks. She does it so rarely that when she does people fall over themselves to get a bite.” Zan says walking toward Ramie to shake her hand. “Believe me I know about Ryan’s cooking skills, we used to pay her to cook for us in school. I’m here for the food too” she says smiling at me, I smile back confused by her behavior; my int