No Disturb Sign

Being locked in a bubble, in a small world where it's just you and your lover. In a room with a no disturb sign on it. Everyone that walks past it notices and understands that this is a special place and time for you and that person. While in that space, you do any and everything for that person whether you want to or not. The unconditional love and affection that you feel for that person makes it so easy to do for that person, and he does the same for you he makes you feel like a queen and anything you ask of him is done for you. While in that bubble... No one disrespects the No Disturb Sign.

H.I.M.

I fell in love with a man. I fell in love with a man that I shouldn't have. I know his body better than I know my own. Not just memorized but absorbed, like extra ribs in my chest. As he walked out front door the following morning I stared at him with some stranger's lust. Surely this cannot be me, slipping into the bed with such forbidden fruit.

As I remenised about what had happened the night before, my tainted memory was unusually comforting. I expected to feel sick to my stomach about what I had done but the admonishment I dreaded never came. I thought about what I would say if I were someone else. I would have harsh words to say and no one to hear them.

His mouth was so inviting, his bottom lip like sugar cane, sticky and sweet. I longed for it. I longed for it like I longed for the days when I felt 80 degree weather in February. Or a day at the beach, lying in the sun where everything was perfect, or so it seemed. Just as perfect as I thought lying in bed with him was.

Not so perfectly, an overwhelming feeling of angst came over me when I thought of what a mess I had made. How easily I allowed myself to become submerged emotionally with what was supposed to be a purely sexual endeavor.

My body had approached a comfort level that I rarely felt or even sought after. My curiosity bested me and I dared to explore the possibility of this new development.