I want to text him and sometimes I do. Sometimes he texts back within the day and sometimes he doesn’t. I want him to want me. I want him to want to see me. Why doesn’t he want to see me? My friends say he is married. He’s not married. I’ve been to his place. I close my eyes and I remember kneeling in front of him in his kitchen. My cell battery had run down and I wanted to run to the car for my charger before we started fucking.
He didn’t want me to go. I started walking toward the door. He said “Kiss me”. I stopped and kissed him. He pulled me closer and I melted into his kiss…what charger? What cell phone?
He said, “Kiss me where it counts.” Then motioned down. That’s when I got on my knees. He was hard. I sucked on his cock for a few moments. He pulled me up and began kissing me again. He slipped his hands inside my pants and eased them down. I was still in my business office work attire. I kicked off my shoes and he bent me over the kitchen table. I felt him enter behind me. He began to thrust then stopped. He led me through the kitchen then through the TV room into his bedroom. I walked through his apartment which had no curtains. I had nothing on from the waist down.
He had me lay on the edge of his bed still wearing my blouse and bra and began fucking me again. He always felt good inside of me.
I wonder if he ever thinks about that night. I wonder if he ever thinks about me anymore. I wonder if he ever wants me. I want him.