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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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In life you meet beautiful people that, when you see them up close, aren’t always all that beautiful. And you also make some beautiful memories with people that turn out to be truly ugly. That’s just life. What are you gonna do?
Anyway, occasionally you meet people that are beautiful, completely, and with whom you’ll make beautiful memories even on the worst of days. ‘You only get three great women in your life’. You met the first of three you were just 16. She would catch you completely off guard and for a brief moment you won’t be able to see a thing at all but her and then suddenly you’ll see the world in front of you and her again but this time clearer than before. She’ll teach you, for the first time how to love someone and be loved back by them. How to show all of yourself to a person, not just your reflection in a mirror. She’ll stand on the edge of a cliff holding your hand tightly and she’ll leap with you, not knowing whether it’s rocks or waves waiting below. She’ll see you. In the dark when your lights are off, and tears wet your cheeks and soak your pillows, she’ll see you. And love you still. ‘She’ll put wind in your sails’. Your first great one. The greatest.
Your greatest love and you will make memories like no other. Like the time on a very very rainy twenty first birthday you took shelter under a tree on your hike but she ended up more wet under it than before. Her left leg wrapped around your waist as she held herself up with her right and the help of a strong tree to lean on, you would passionately, slowly kiss, whilst you deeply thrust your cock inside her. And then there was the time at your holiday apartment in Jamaica, when you were only nineteen, when you’d run back upstairs after breakfast to grab towels to place by the swimming pool but stopped and laughed your heads off at how ridiculous the entire thing was. And how that playful tussle resulted in blindfolds, handcuffs, nipple clamps, balaclavas and belts getting a taste of the holiday action.
You could be yourself with her and she saw you and loved you for it. Nobody ever saw you and loved you, not even your own family really saw you although they did love you. And those that did see you, precious Black boy, didn’t love you here. Not until her.
‘They come around like the great fighters; once every 10 years.’
But it won’t be until just before your twenty fifth birthday that you meet the next. Entirely different from the first, your greatest, this one you’ll find entirely on purpose. You were twenty one when you and your partner decided you were poly and people wouldn’t understand. But you both knew even then that you’d spend a lifetime together no matter whatever other great loves and/ or lovers may come along.
Good women will come and good memories will too. Good women will go but their memory will remain. You won’t forget the first good one- Mia- whose brown, golden skin would glisten under the summer sun when you met her and glisten forever in your eyes whenever you’d see again. You won’t forget the way that she looked teasingly at you in the pub on an evening that started off as a social but ended with her legs spread on the back seat of her car and your head between them. You won’t forget the way she softly moaned your name, your real name that she’d only learned that night, as she sat on your of lap and your cock slowly entered her. You won’t forget the way she pulled her dreads out of her face as her breath quickened whilst you took a nipple in your mouth and rolled it, wet with lustful saliva, gently between your teeth. It was nice… before she started screaming your name. Loudly. Which caused a passer by in the car park to peep into the car and get a good look at your bodies, wet with sweat, rhythmically rocking her car. Seen.
Even though the sex finished before you could, you’d leave with a good feeling. She was a good one. She ran across your mind as you sat at the bar of a gorgeous, expensive bookstore. You were surrounded by beautiful books written by beautiful writers hoping to yourself write the next great love story of your life. And then she’ll come in as you take a gulp of the sparkling water you’d ordered for the both of you. You’ll first notice her hair, how could you not? short and red it was was as bright as the sun. Her pale, freckled face was next. She sported black sunglasses to hide the eyes you’d waited what felt like lifetime to look into and you’d wait what felt like another lifetime to finally do so. You put down your glass of water and take in the rest of her. It was 30 degrees outside but she looked cool as she walked towards you with the warmest of smiles. Her dress was green (not your favourite colour) and loose at the bottom, floating through the air like a cloud. The top half of her dress hugged her tighter than the rest of the dress and showed off the beauty of her curvaceous figure. You rise to greet her and as you do, you knock the table, spilling sparkling water over the table which was housing your current reading material and a cocktail menu you’d asked to be left. ‘Shitting hell’ you mutter, completely flustered. You’re a mess. It’s perfect. |
