Mr Big.

I wanted to kiss you tonight. There. I fucking said it. I wanted to kiss you too. I guess it was then that the decision was made. They would kiss. They would start there.

The whore and the whoremonger. She with ten thousand lovers and him with his harem of whores. He was the kind of man who didn’t need a magnet – he was the magnet. He knew exactly how to play the game. She was the fucking game.

At their deepest they were divine beings. They carried their pain with pride and spoke of it often as if to show they weren’t afraid of feeling anything at all. They could wax lyrically all the live long day speaking of hearts and minds and loves of days gone by and loves yet to appear.

But right this second. It was him. It was her. It was now. Sometimes a girl just wants to be kissed. He’d taken that as his sign to be Big. He tried to kiss her. She wasn’t ready to be present. She would need to move into that realm. That one where she might feel something and most of the time she uses her energy to feel nothing at all.

But here they are. He has given up trying to kiss her. And now she decides. Just a small kiss. Just a kiss to remember him by. Their mouths part but the hunger hides. For a time. And then she moves. And then she breathes. She sends her breath into his lungs. And she watches him come to life.

This man. The man who is used to his women falling like angels. Pah! She takes this man and fills his body with her feelings of want. He feels it. This woman pours her energy inside his entire being. For the first time he feels a real woman who has most definitely come to the party. He is no whoremonger and she ain’t no whore. He is just him and she is just her.

That kiss leads his hand to the heat at her core. She is soaking wet. She is pouring her want all over his hand. She is moaning inside his body. It is enough to make him forget who the fuck he is. All he knows is that need for more. She feels her body explode into a million pieces – it gushes from some place deep down – a secret place that is hers. It’s him meeting her. It’s her knowing him.

Does she even know she is biting his cheek when she feels that fucking hunger? She is marking him. She is taking him with her to some place she’s never been and he is holding on for dear life. That ache that comes with want turns to a pant. She laughs at the sheer insanity of it all. His harem of whores that he keeps in a separate drawer. The people pleaser feeling actual pleasure. It’s their first time. Really.

Even when she escapes it is with cum dripping down her legs. It’s a bit much really isn’t it? How can one man touch something inside her that makes her so wild? She stops. She doesn’t want to. But she stops. You would think she has control over it all. It is the fact that she doesn’t have any control over her body that makes her stop.

Take me now, baby, here as I am Hold me close, try and understand Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe Love is a banquet on which we feed

Mr Big. & Allessandra Browne – Nov. 23