Poisonous

Sally liked after.

She liked after with Calvin, his bigger body pressed up behind hers and his large arm across her. His hand was nestled between her legs and she liked the feeling of him there. The feeling of possession even though what was even between the two of them?

It was only supposed to be one time because that was all she could afford emotionally, and it ended up being several times. Staying over at his place and having him cook for her. He liked to take care of her—hadn’t that been from the beginning when he warded off her bad suitor?

She liked being taken care of, she had been through so much. She wanted to be taken care of and to be pampered.

Calvin always made sure she was ready for sex, the way he touched her. He made sure that she wanted him. She was so desperate for him, that she often nuzzled his denim-covered pelvis. He would had not even unzipped his pants, and she would rub her face against him and take in his scent.

Now after she had unzipped him, she was lying against him her body ruminating from the pleasure he had given her.

She felt happy. 

And it still scared her because nothing had ever ended up well for her as far as relationships. She did not blame all of the people she was with. She had to put some of the blame on herself because she was the only part of the equation that did not change. She was the poisonous part maybe, and she was the reason why everything went bad.

Now she was lying against Calvin and he had no idea she was poisonous, slithering like a snake and she might contribute to their ruin.

She couldn’t wish for the best, because the best had already passed her by…

“What are you thinking about, “I can feel your brain racing!” Sally pressed herself closer to him.

And said nothing.

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