If only time stood still

Some things never changed. The empty bed. The empty seat. The mirror as it stared back at him. He wished it was different, he wished he could turn back the years. Stay the same age as when they last saw each other.
He missed her like the sun misses the moon, like light misses darkness. But nothing changed. Day after day, week upon week, months piling up and then the years passed. Nothing changed.
A simple statement, a joking request it was. It changed his life forever. After meeting her, he simply couldn't forget. She entered into his bloodstream, she became part of him. Forever changed.
Yet nothing changed. In love, but not loved. Desperate for attention, but only ignored. He lost track of the amount of time he checked his phone, praying for a text, an email, a phone call, a picture, anything to let him know she was thinking of him. Nothing came. He wore out several batteries and replaced phones. Nothing.
He learned to be alone, to survive. It didn't change his burning desires, it didn't quench his thirst for her. A man dying of thirst in the desert didn't want water as much as he wanted her.
Nothing changed.
No matter how much she made his blood boil. No matter how much he longed for her love, nothing changed.
Except him.

Valentine's day

His eyes were heavy, they kept wanting to close. He needed sleep so desperately, it left a bad taste in his mouth. He should have been asleep hours ago. Instead, here he was, gripping the steering wheel tightly, driving way too fast.
He had to be there when she woke up. He had to have the flowers in place, chocolates, coffee ready, etc. It was to be the perfect wake up. She would be totally surprised to see him. He was supposed to be hours away, which is why he was so tired. He hadn't been to sleep, instead choosing to drive halfway across the south just to be in her arms.
She felt she was taken for granted, that he didn't care. She was afraid that the best times they had lay behind them. It would end like all the rest, predictable and unsatisfactory. She wanted romance, she wanted excitement, she felt he provided none of that. He was determined to change that. He was determined to show her what love truly was about. Every day a new experience because of the one you were with. Every challenge accepted and enjoyed because it allowed you to spend time with each other.
He pressed the accelerator, he had to make up time. He had to be there when she woke. He needed to look in her eyes and tell her he loved her. He needed to show her that there was a different way. He needed her in ways he didn't fully understand, but knew would take a lifetime of growing together to achieve. Some things had to be felt rather than spoken.
He looked at the clock. He wasn't going to make it. No matter the speed, or traffic laws he broke, she was going to be gone when he arrived. He had failed. He wouldn't get to see her, he wouldn't get to look her in the eye and say "goodbye".

Mighty sick

The alarm sounded. It was time to get up. She couldn't move, every joint in her body ached. She put her hand to her head. Yup, it was warm. She was running a fever, but she had to go to work today. It was a big day of installing the new software, and she was sick. Running a freaking fever. She couldn't miss work, but her body was telling her to go back to sleep.
The alarm went off again. She didn't even realize she had dozed back off. She looked at the clock. She was 3 hours late for work. Rolling over, she picked up her phone. 6 missed calls from work, 1 text from him. She called work, explaining she was sick and couldn't come in. Her boss wanted to hear no excuses, but after speaking with her for a few minutes, even he couldn't deny the validity of her excuse. She was excused from work today. Now to get some rest. Oh, wait, she needed to check his text.
Laying in the bed, she read his text. "Good morning, love". A simple enough text, but in her feverish condition, she started crying. It was too much for her. Without realizing it, she had text him that she was dying sick and that she couldn't take care of herself.
The phone hit her on the chest, it had fallen out of her hands as she dozed off again. Snuggling down into the blankets, she drifted off into dreamland.
She dreamed that he showed up, tidied the house, made her soup, gave her a massage, took care of her. She longed for his touch, his smell. To be able to snuggle down into his chest and feel his warmth, feel his body pressed against hers. She dreamed he held her and rocked her against his body, putting her into a deep healing sleep.
She woke hours later, disorientated, alone. She sat on the edge of the bed, wondering about the crazy dream she had had.
"It had to have been a dream," she murmured as she opened the fridge door. A dream. But then she saw the fresh soup in the fridge, and she couldn't help but wondering if it had been real all along.

Namaste

He sat quietly, trying to relax. He was supposed to be meditating, but he couldn't turn off his brain today. So many thoughts running through his mind, he felt a gnat flitting every which way.
Breathe. A deep breath, exhale. Again.
It just wasn't working. He felt his shoulder ache from the weather front moving in. He rolled his shoulder, relieving some pressure. His nose itched, his foot hurt, all the inconsequential things pressing into his consciousness. His mind was supposed to be clear.
It was all mindless rubble designed to keep him from thinking about the real problem. The one that wouldn't let him achieve his center. Her. She was always on his mind. A drug, an obsession, as vital to him as his heart. She pumped through his veins like heroin, quicker than any drug, more powerful than all the drugs combined. She was in his blood stream.
He breathed deep, trying to focus on nothing, to calm his brain and slow his heart. It was like riding a kayak through a tsunami. His heart raced at the thought of her, boiling his blood making it hard to think, hard to breathe. He wanted to hold her and never let go.
He shook his head, this was going nowhere. He couldn't focus and now he was sexually frustrated. Taking a deep relaxing breath, he tried to forget and focus on nothing. It didn't work, he loved hearing her voice, the sound of her laughter, the electric touch of her hand on his skin.
He opened his eyes, and sighed. He wanted to be with her so bad, and there was no possible way. No matter the scenario, it never worked out. Why did life have to be so cruel?

Acquisitions and mergers

She awoke scared. Scared because she was bound, gagged, and naked. Her fear was palatable, her heart beating in her chest, her breath coming quicker. She thought about what might be on the gag and felt bile rise in her throat. This was something from a nightmare.
She forced herself to start calming down, taking deep breaths to slow her panic and heart rate. She started taking stock of the situation. She was tied to all four posts of the bed, her legs and arms stretched wide and held tight with a silky material. She could turn her head and lift it, but that was the most movement she could accomplish with her limbs tight.
Her breathing slowed, she scanned the room. In the low light, she could make out things that led her to believe that she was in her own room. But who had tied her so? She listened intently for any sound of movement, something that might give away who was out there. The only sound that she could hear was the tick of her grandfather clock. At least she could hear what time it was, when it chimed. But that could be an hour from now, and she was still tied up.
Looking down her body, she got slightly distracted by the slight of herself helplessly tied up. Her ample bosom moving up and down with her excited breath. Her stomach tightened in fear, her pussy spread open to the world. The thought excited her, and she could feel herself get moist. She was frightened and turned on. The fact that she was turned on turned her on more and she could feel her pussy start to leak. Once started, she couldn't control it, and she started imagining scenarios that were going to happen.

Someone had broken in, was robbing her and would soon come have their way with her. (Her pussy was slick now)

An old boyfriend had broken in and was going to pleasure himself one more time. (She could feel her juices running down her ass crack, she was so horny)

The guy she had come home with was going to satisfy her deepest desires. (She came with that thought. A whimper escaped her mouth.)

Fear flooded her mind as a shadow in the corner stood up. Someone was in the room the whole time! Her screams of fear were choked down by the gag in her mouth. The shadow came closer, revealing itself to be the one she feared and desired the most. The sight of him brought waves of ecstasy and fear. He had disappeared and here he was standing over her.
The smell of her cum filled the room. He leaned over her and spoke the only words that were spoken between them. "You're going to enjoy this as much as I am." And with that, he ran a hand up her leg, starting at her knee, down her inner thigh until he touched her swollen lips with two fingers. He could feel the moisture behind them, waiting to be released. Her skin had tightened with his initial touch, causing her skin to pebble. But now it was smooth and inviting.
Pushing his middle finger slightly, he broke the seal of her glories, releasing a torrent of juices. Not wishing to be wasteful, he leaned over and attached his mouth to her mound. His tongue pushed inside her sliding down one wall, across a g spot and then to the other side. And back. Her head thrashed with the waves of pleasure he was creating until she could back no more and came into his mouth. He lapped up every bit, draining her as best as he could. His thirst quenched, he slowly moved up over her until his aching hard member pushed slightly at her entrance.
Holding himself above her, he made intense eye contact as his cock pushed past her outer lips and slid deep inside her, penetrating her to he was completely inside. In that moment, as they were joined at one, she drifted off to that place inside. She felt so full, so complete that she forgot about being bound and gagged. As he started thrusting, she drifted deeper into ecstasy, riding each orgasim as if it were a wave. She came back to faster thrusting as he neared completion.
She could feel a massive orgasim approaching. A few more thrusts and they came in concert. She saw stars and lay back floating. He pulled out and laid beside her.
"Just a minute, and we'll go again" came his low promise. And now the restraints made sense to her. He needed marathon sex and this was a way to get it from her. As she felt him lean over and start lucking her nipple, she relaxed. It was going to be hours of fucking, but she needed as much as he did.