One of my biggest inspirations for creating short stories and poems is using music. The music creates the mood and then the words flow. My latest inspiration came from R. Kelly's song Marry The Pussy. Hence why it's titled that. Enjoy and share others that like to read.
Marry
The Pussy
© 2016
“What?” I attempted to say. He had
said something in the middle of strokes. It came out a whisper. I was too
caught up in keeping up with his rhythm to catch it. Our eyes connected as he
came inside of me. I wanted to move, but he held his position staring at me.
What was he looking for? The moment was too intense for me. I’d been fighting
those emotional feelings for a while, but he was making it hard to keep the act
up. I didn’t want to call what we were doing casual sex. There was nothing
casual about the bond we were creating. This fuck buddy situation was
different. It wasn’t meant to last, but both of our feelings would be hurt in
the end.
He rolled over on his back next to me on the
bed and I did something I hated doing to temporary lovers. I rolled over the
laid my head on his chest and threw my left leg over his right leg. I could
hear his heart beating. We stayed in this position for a while. I think we both
took a quick nap. It lasted about 30 minutes. When I woke up, I threw on a
shirt and checked the time. He also got dressed, but instead of leaving he
headed to my kitchen. I followed. He poured himself a glass of orange juice and
then asked that question I had initially missed earlier.
“Will you marry me?”
“What?” I heard him, but was shocked.
Before he could speak I asked why.
“We’re not the typical sex buddies,
but we don’t know each other well enough to call this love. We haven’t spent
the night with each other, haven’t met family or friends. There’s a lot about
you that I still have to learn, but this isn’t about any of that. This is a sex
proposal.”
“Are you for real?”
“I want to marry you for your
pussy,” he said. “I want it to be mines and no one else’s. We can make it
happen and then live in sexual bliss for the rest of our lives.”
I thought about it. A picture
popped into my mind of us making it official. I imagined the wedding night sex
being the best sex we’d have up until that point, finding out I was soon after,
and giving him two. Then divorce would come soon after that because he fell in
love with this sexual woman, but didn’t recognize the mother of his children.
For some people that was their lives, but could it be a life for me?
“Yes,” I said. “I’ll marry you.”
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