Breaking out – PG-32

November 26, 2011 at 5:59 pm 10 comments

A complete stranger, a real bad boy. He smelled of cigarettes. I don’t know if you have ever kissed a man whose lips have the hint of cigarette. And who had had a beer, Budweiser – the blue can, to calm his nerves down (he doesn’t do this often, he assures you; you don’t tell him you’ve never done this – ever. That you wouldn’t have thought you’d do this a year, six months, ago. That you’d stop being pissed off when a guy looks you up and down, “like he knows what you look like without your Shimmy”, as Scarlett O’hara would say. That you would start re-examining your childhood teachings: Why it is that you feel disrespected and not complimented when a man’s eyes say, “hey, I can go for that!”. Why it is you are no longer the girl you were as recently as a year ago, when you still believed someone would come, listen and wanna stick around despite your mediocre looks, despite your continuous self-awareness and self-criticism, despite your honesty. That you’ve been healed of your idealism through sweat, blood & tears). A cute guy with blue eyes, and dark circles around his eyes that makes him look fatigued and slightly menacing. A man with strong arms with bulging veins. He sits next to you, willing to bid his time. He takes your fingers in his hand, squeezes and kisses them reverently. He breathes nervously and waits while you caress those veins. You are feeling dizzy from the excitement of having him there (having actually allowed him to be there, having actually considered it and let it happen). And your fingers are communicating just that. He asks, quietly, while your shoulder pushes against his playfully; if he can kiss you now. “Can I kiss you now?” he whispers. And how can you resist? You let him kiss you. And he lets you kiss him back. Lips wrestle, tongues caress, teeth knocks against teeth. His breath is intoxicating, cigarette, beer, a male member of the human animal kingdom. Intimacy, warmth, desire. And the minted-gum you still have tucked underneath your tongue, the same flavor as his mouth-wash, which you’d almost choke on later. You whisper little nothings in between kissing and taking breath. He talks about how he liked the way your bra felt against his chest, you say how you missed being so close to another human-being, and wonder how you went for so long without it. Soon, you are tugging at the buttons of his shirt and he is trying to bring down the aforementioned bra. He wants only one thing from you. He’s never made it a secret. Yet, that doesn’t upset you in anyway. You throw all your teachings out the window, you kick caution outside the door (except, ofcourse, the cautious reminder to keep the rubber within reach), and let him take you where he’s been wanting to even before you met. You allow yourself to be led, willing and eager to follow. And then…

He is a stranger no more.

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  • 1. Scooby  |  November 26, 2011 at 9:10 pm

    Well, there are still some of us who would want to have something to fo with a woman after we have sex with her. I hope it was a satisfying experience. Incase you need another booty-call soon, you have my email ~_~

  • 2. chuchu  |  November 27, 2011 at 10:14 pm

    This guy sounds white to me. Minew abeshtye black man tefa? How did you meet? Are you going to see himor was it a one night stand? Anyway I am happy for you. You are a woman with needs and you went out and got what you want. Just don’t make a habit of it. It can be a slippery slope.

  • 3. Wello dessie  |  November 28, 2011 at 9:50 pm

    Like i said before,you sound more and american.

  • 4. Loots J  |  December 2, 2011 at 1:13 am

    I say whoever he is, He is a lucky man. 😉

  • 5. Mazzi  |  December 8, 2011 at 12:49 am

    No strings attached dance, eh, Abesheet? Hope it was all of that and a bag of chips…. As Samantha from ‘Sex and The City’ would call it… ‘doing it like a man’ lol :^)

    @Scooby… lol on your e-mail request for a booty call, if needs be…

    @Wello Dessie …. Why do we have to look at choices and behaviors as Abesha vs. American? Our choices are uniquely ours, not that of Abeshas or Americans, part of being an individual :^)

  • 6. abesheet  |  December 8, 2011 at 7:45 am

    No, Mazziye. It wasn’t all that. It wasn’t even half of that. But thanks for having my back. You know how I need somebody watching over me. For no “wee little one” is as clueless when it comes down to “not knowing what he/she is doing” than urs truly. Still.. keeps the days going. Makes life interesting. Could have been much worse what! Still, thanks for keeping an eye.

    Scoobs:
    I love u too, hon. But from Eastern Europe here! How do u propose we go about doing it?! 😉

  • 7. Mazzi  |  December 8, 2011 at 10:41 pm

    Oh well… so it wasn’t all of that, and definitely no bag of chips … it is what it is. At least as you said, it keeps the days going while making life interesting. As for watching over you, it is more like being a loyal customer to your Tej Bet and its owner, and what it stands for since that is where it all started anyways. I don’t think any of us know what we are doing at all times anyways, and feeling clueless once in a while is all of our fates, so join the club my dear. Especially now a days, I sure as hell do not know what the heck I am doing, or which way I should stir so I myself might need someone to watch over me n’ew yemilish… such can be life sometimes. In the mean time, keep on writing, and we shall keep reading your posts.

  • 8. Wello dessie  |  December 9, 2011 at 6:44 pm

    Says the kettle to the black. You are just as bad, mazzi 🙂

  • 9. Mazzi  |  December 11, 2011 at 12:13 am

    Lol Wello Dessie :-). Touché, my friend touché! But trust me when I say both Abesheet and I are as authentic as they come when it comes to our Abeshaness/Ethiopianness ;-).

  • 10. Scooby  |  December 14, 2011 at 4:50 pm

    Anche eshi bey engi abesheetye.. degmo asyulum lemeteyek!! ~_~

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