When I Taste Like a Waste I Breathe Farrah j. Phoenix

More and more, the office building roof is becoming my refuge. An escape from the consistent inconsistency of a failing company and the constant droning of incompetent co-workers. It is hard enough dealing with my own negative distortions without dealing with the onslaught of idiocy from power-tripping bitches who have no hope in hell of excelling.

Up on the roof I am free to slip into the mindlessness of my fantasies. Up here I am relaxing in the sun on a beach in Maui. A deliciously tanned surfer massages my feet while I read a magazine. The article is about my ex-husband undergoing a radical penis-ectomy after contracting a flesh-eating disease from the snatch of the redheaded bitch he ran away with. Surfer boy and I laugh together before folding into each other’s embrace under the watchful eye of Mother Nature.

Up on the roof, everything is possible.

I unbutton my blouse, exposing the smooth curvature of my voluptuous breasts. The sun caresses my yearning skin like a lover’s seductive touch. I’ve been craving warmth, my body aching daily from its absence. Closing my eyes, I give in, allowing the rays to enfold me as a lover should.

I am just thinking of heading back to the office when I hear the squeak of a rusty hinge behind me. Turning in place, I see her. I have seen her a few dozen times in the building hallways, the elevator, and the ladies’ washroom, and each time I couldn’t help but stare.

She is the image of sensuality, with dark flowing hair that caresses her neck softly. Her eyes are deep and dark with a devilish twinkle that speaks dirty desires to me. Her skin is smooth and tanned—breasts, perfectly perky. Everything about this mesmerizing creature draws me to her, but I can’t speak. I want to tell her how beautiful she is, how captivating, but when she smiles at me my body burns, and I can’t find the words.

Each time I see her, an intense craving to touch her bubbles up from my tummy. Running my hands along her curves, feeling the heat from her soft skin as I press my mouth to hers; the thought sends a chill up my spine. I yearn for an opportunity to know the feeling of her skin against my lips, her body urging me to continue. Tracing a slow line down her stomach, my hands delicately following along, eliciting cries from her honey sweet lips. Watching her gasping breaths as I discover a world unknown between her smooth, responsive thighs. Exploring every inch of her goddess form, becoming as one as we respond to each other’s touch, a sweet yet foreign desire constructed from the mere sight of her.

“You discovered my secret,” she purrs.

Watching her walk towards me is like watching an exotic dance. Her tight body moves rhythmically. The bounce in her tits, the swing of her hips, invoke tiny eruptions deep within me. With every step, I become more aroused. How could a woman cause such a reaction? I have been with men all my life and have enjoyed all the pleasures a penis can offer. Yet I desire her.

“This would be a great place for a midday fuck, don’t you think?” she poses with a laugh. “That would definitely help me through the rest of the day.”

I laugh nervously, nodding in agreement; visions of her naked form start to build.

“Smoke?” she offers.

“Oh, no, thanks.” I watch as her soft, wet lips wrap around the end of the cigarette. Her breasts heave as she inhales. My body aches.

“So, how do you make it through the day here?” Her eyes bore into mine. I feel exposed. Like she can see the dirty thoughts I have about her. I turn my gaze away and start to talk. I can feel her watching me, the movement of my lips, my breath, my breasts. My body blushes.

No more than a few sentences escape before they are silenced by the luscious lips of my desire against mine. Shocked, I go numb. When I taste, like a waste, I breathe and the moment is gone.[.1] Her warm, wet lips pull away from mine.

I want her. I want to sample her, to feel her.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.” She nibbles her lower lip, staring deep into my stunned eyes.

Intense heat rises up from inside me like a raging inferno of repressed sexual desire.

I grab her by the back of her neck, pulling her close. Our mouths devour each other. Her lips are soft and sweet, like nothing I’ve experienced before. The fire blazes.

I feel her hands on me. My face, my neck, shoulders, breasts. Blood surges like lava flow between my legs. I draw deeper into her mouth.

Our lips release. She traces her tongue around my jaw bone, behind my ear. I moan as my body responds.

Frantically, she rips at my blouse, exposing bountiful bosom.

We paw at each other like lionesses at war, removing clothes, caressing curves, indulging in our sensual desires.

Exposed, we rise to our knees, drawing our bodies together.

Hard nipples and soft breasts meet.

I run my hands over her arching back. Cries of pleasure escape my mouth as her lips and tongue discover.

She grinds her hips towards me, pressing her velvety sweetness against mine.

My body erupts.

Grabbing her ass, I pull her to me. Our mouths meet again. She presses forcefully against me, pushing me to the ground. Her hand slides between my legs. Spine tingling vibrations burst forth, enveloping my body in pure, erotic bliss.

Echoes of intense passion reverberate off neighboring buildings as she explores the inches of my body. The strands of her hair dance over my naked skin, fueling my veins with electricity. Slowly, she ventures across my stomach, over my hips and back to center, her tongue landing softly on the wet velvet her fingers have been massaging. The warmth of her tongue against my clit, the movement of her fingers on my g-spot, set my body ablaze.

My heart beats faster than it ever has. Muscles in my back, thighs and pussy twitch and contract. Each flick of her tongue drives me wild. I want to hold on to the moment. My mind fights with my body to resist the urge to overflow in ecstasy.

Her moans of excitement increase the passion, increase my desire, increase my bravery.

I caress her head and guide her back to my lips. My arms wrap around her slim, silky form. I inhale every delicious taste of her mouth. I have never felt so connected to someone. I want to taste more.

Rolling her on to her back, I straddle her, grinding our throbbing desires against each other. Her eyes close, her lips part as she breathes in our lust. I run my hand softly down the center of her chest, watching as small goose bumps follow.

Leaning down, I kiss along her breastbone, squeezing her gorgeous tits at the same time. I trace the outline of her breasts with my tongue. Her hard nipples beacon me. I close my lips around the peaks of her breasts, gently licking and sucking as the beautiful body beneath me writhes with joy.

Her blissful cries entice me to continue.

I want to please her. I want to feel her ecstasy flow out all over me.

Slowly, I spread her legs with mine. Nestling my head between her heaving thighs, my tongue teases her clit as gasps of breath emanate from her parted lips.

Liquid joy mixes with my saliva as my tongue darts out to brush her nerve endings. Her taste is sweet…clit full and throbbing. My fingers creep inside her tight, wet pussy while I continue to probe her with my tongue. Fingers and tongue work in tandem to send her into sensory overload.

When her body tightens, my fingers squeeze; she cries out in sheer bliss. I kiss her tummy as it twitches rapidly from her orgasm.

I am overwhelmed with desire as hers subsides. Grabbing me, she frantically rubs my clit until my insides surge with rapturous delight. We lay together in our euphoria, waiting for our bodies to cease shuttering.

Sunbeams caress our skin as our breath slows back to normal. I smell the scent of unbridled, passionate sex. Images of our bodies entwined flash through my mind. My desire continues to twitch as a reminder that this fantasy was real.

Silently we collect our clothes, slip our panties on, secure our bras, and cover up the evidence of this afternoon’s frolic.

Slipping my arms into my blouse, a pain rises from my stomach. Then a thought: Could I love this goddess? She could not possibly love me. My mind races, pain growing stronger, eyes starting to moisten. I feel silly. How could I feel this way about a woman?

The touch of delicate hands on my body pulls me out of the rampage of negative distortions shooting through my head. It’s her, standing in front of me, buttoning my blouse slowly. She takes her time, purposefully running her fingers over my skin as each little button is put in place. My body shivers; my breaths become erratic.

Her beautifully radiant eyes meet mine. She smiles sweetly before placing her lips on mine once again.

“So, would you like to come over tonight?” she asks sheepishly as she grabs my hand and guides me to the roof door. My mind and body explode with joy.

“I would love to.”

Quietly we leave our secret place, entering a new world of possibilities, eager to discover.