That’s Not His Name
He opens the door for me and lets me the enter my apartment first. Suddenly from behind, he sweeps me into his arms. I squeak in protest and slight embarrassment. I’m not a little woman. Think of those paintings by Ruben, those women lounging around with just a few more curves, yeah, that’s me. But effortlessly, he carries me over to the bed and places me down gently, not even out of breath. Sitting on the edge of the bed he reaches over and slips off my shoes and starts massaging my feet. I blush. This just doesn’t happen to me. It feels wonderful, though. His hands are strong and sure. They massage and hit all the right trigger points, they start to move up to my calves and legs. “Is this okay, tell me if you want me to stop.” I’m nervous but definitely not wanting him to stop. I’m thoroughly enjoying this. His hands are warm and gentle.
The rain can be heard outside the window and on the roof, I’m on the top floor. The mood could not be any better. It’s becoming dim in the tiny apartment even though it is late afternoon because of the storms outside, but I love the sound of rain and with him next to me I begin to sigh. He lies down next to me and says, “I should go and let you rest, I’ll come back later.” as he kisses my neck and moves to my lips. I love his seduction and I don’t want him to go. “Stay, you’ll only get wet outside. We can both rest”
His hands move up my torso and touch my cheek, as he slowly trails kisses down my neck he unbuttons my blouse one button excruciatingly slowly at a time. It seems like he’s taking his time enjoying my anticipation. His kisses move further down my collar bone to my chest and my bosom. He is pleasantly surprised when he releases them from their bondage to see just how much he gets to play with. “Ohhhh, my dear, what large ….eyes you have” he smiles and kisses one and then the other.”OH, my dear, what a nice mouth you have” I reply.
His mouth continues to explore my neck and bosom, while his masterful hands continue to undress me. I’ve managed to undress him as well, and my hands explore him, I notice the difference in our skin tones, he is so dark and I am porcelain pale. His hair is so black and mine is so white. We look like Yin and Yang lying there together. His skin is a beautiful color, I admire the silkiness texture of it and the muscles beneath the surface. As he kisses me, his mouth moves further south on my body and I moan”Oh My God”. He stops, looks at me, smiles and says,”Candy, that’s not my name.”
- Rainy Afternoon in Paris along the Seine, April 2016. Photography by Candace Stauber
3 thoughts on “6. Toto, We’re Not in Kansas Anymore – That’s Not His Name”
sex, and an amusing punchline– you almost cant ask for more!
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And its an auto biography. Lol
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