Adding Fuel to the Fire
2174 Words
“Just reread your messages and all I can say is holy smokes. Was trying to see what you missed so I could fill it in possibly on Saturday. HOLY SMOKES.”
“Are you trying to get hot again? The best part of all I like actually doing that in person. You’re in for a real treat.”
“See I haven’t ever fully cooled off. So, the fact that I’m still awake at this hour I blame on you.”
“It just won’t be practical to give you a massage at the hot tubs as there are no soft surfaces for you to lay down on. So that will have to wait for another day.”
“Saturday is going to be a test for sure. Now I have to find my swimsuit.”
“No swimsuit required.”
“Not required but needed. A reminder that I still have to heal.”
“Yes, I know this. I am ok with that. It doesn’t mean that I can’t caress you and hold you and kiss you. Today was me showing my passion. I am not normally that forward but I feel totally comfortable with you. Why else do women read romance novels except for steamy love sessions.”
“I feel totally comfortable with you as well. I can’t explain it because it baffles me. You bring something out that I didn’t realize was there.”
We chatted for a while about how his work was going since it was his lunch time by that time. We chatted about what he was having for lunch and how much that would cost if he bought it somewhere else. I liked the fact that he was thoughtful of how money got spent on things. Before I knew it, he changed the subject on me and brought it back around to my damn dream.
“So now what did I miss in that dream?”
“Oh no, you don’t get that tidbit until at least Saturday. Your off tomorrow, Saturday, and Sunday night, is that right? What are your plans tomorrow? Getting some rest at least I hope?”
“Yes, I’m off tomorrow. I don’t really have any plans except I need to go by my parent’s house at some point and check on them. What are your plans for Friday?”
“Nothing planned. Taking it as easy as I can so I can be as well as I can for Saturday. Want to be in as top of form as I can be so I can enjoy being with you.”
“Are you still in pain?”
“Not too much. If I over, do it then yes. It’s about listening to my body. But now I’m trying to clear my mind from our conversation so that I can maybe sleep. So, I’m watching American Horror Story.”
“Now that will give you nightmares.”
“Nope. I like shows like that. Remind me to tell you about the Nightmare on Elm Street story. Thank you for tonight though. You achieved 200 shades of blush. I’m gonna try to sleep now.”
After many failed attempts at going to sleep I had finally just given up and started to do some shopping online for the birthday surprise night that I had planned for this man that has stolen my heart. I knew what his favorite scent was but was having a hell of a time finding that scent anywhere in bath and body products. I knew I had seen it at places but for some reason tonight I wasn’t finding it anywhere.
“I think you are going to have to be ok with my rose bath and body products I can’t seem to find vanilla anywhere.”
“I thought you were going to bed?”
“Been trying to but every time I close my eyes BAM there you are.”
“Ok I will accept the blame.”
“Just this once. It’s going to be a long few weeks, I think. I go in on the seventh to make sure I’m healing and revise any restrictions like lifting. Still going to be long.”
“Ok. I understand. It’s not a problem for me.”
“I tried finishing my novel because I hate leaving things not finished but ya that wasn’t happening tonight.”
“Did I ruin that for you? Golly I’m so sorry. I would much rather ruin it in person.”
“You sound so disappointed. NOT. I’m sure you would like to ruin it in person all in due time.”
“I know this. But that cant’ stop the fun and excitement that leads up to it.”
“This is true. Building up to the fireworks. I keep thinking that I may need to venture into the new adult shop that just opened here in town a while back.”
“Ok for?”
“Ha-ha wouldn’t you like to know. Actually, not sure never been in an adult shop before.”
“Blind fold, feather tickler, massage oils, what else?”
“Like I said not sure what all is in there. Who’s going to be wearing the blind fold?”
“Both. The person receiving the massage as it heightens the sensations. Whenever you lose a sense, the others will adapt. For example, you lose sight, and your smell will increase so will you sense of touch specifically your nerves. What else were you thinking of?”
“Ok I will take your word for it for now. Again, I’m not sure. I’m kind of new to this even though I was married for twenty-six years.”
“Do you have a bob?”
“A what? You? Yes.”
“No, a battery-operated boyfriend.”
“NO”
“Well, we have to change that for sure. You can’t tell me you haven’t used one before? See with a bob you can play while I text or talk to you. Did I lose you?”
“No just trying to form thoughts. Look I lived pretty much missionary in the bedroom with my late husband. You are definitely making me want to skip dinner on your special night and go straight to the hotel. Maybe you will be wearing that chocolate cake. Oh my god did I just say that?”
“We don’t need a special occasion I would be more than happy to give you a massage anytime you want.”
“Oh, holy smokes are it getting hot again or what. What kind of massage oil?”
“Vanilla or strawberry. We should go together.”
“Ok. Crap it’s hot in here. And at this point it’s just words.”
“See if you had a babysitter for tomorrow night you could get that massage and all the caresses, kisses and licks I spoke of earlier.”
“Oh, holy smokes.”
“Are you burning down the house? I’m not teasing you.”
“Trying not to but damn it’s hot in here again. I know your not teasing that’s what makes it so hot. To bad I’m using the babysitter card for Saturday for sure and using a jumbo babysitter card for the nineteenth. I have the air on and a fan blowing directly on me and it’s still too hot in here.”
“Well, I offered to drench the heat and start an inferno.”
“I can barely tolerate the heat right now let alone an inferno. You are not playing fair. I had to tell you I had a dream about you and now it’s biting me in the ass.”
“You sure that’s where it’s biting you?”
“I’m not sure of anything anymore. Holy smokes. Trying to breath here.”
“I truly believe a woman should have equal pleasure.”
“Ok. Oh my gosh I just went to the Adam and Eve website. Holy smokes I’m so naïve. I’m sorry.”
“Ok. Sorry for what?”
“Not knowing that much. Being so naïve.”
“It’s not a problem I promise you will have fun.”
“Well, I went to sss and bought a few other books since my other books are basically done for. Wouldn’t know you ruined those for me, would you?”
“Which books? Your romance novels?”
“Ya those ones.”
“LOL, I didn’t ruin them I just brought them to life.”
“That you did but dang can’t even read them now.”
“Why is that?”
“Because the ‘life’ you brought to them is more intense.”
“Ok well we could always read them together and act out your favorite scenes. Just an idea.”
“Oh, holy smokes.”
“So, what on the Adam and Eve site did you see that excited you?”
“Um I was checking out the oils and ticklers. Looked at some bobs as well. There was a massage kit that looked interesting.”
“There are thousands of different styles of bobs start with a basic one then move up if necessary.”
“Ya there were a few things that were interesting, but I didn’t explore to see to much on the site.”
“When I am off work, I will show you a few things that might be fun to try.”
“Oh, holy smokes. You realize what you could be unleashing here?”
“Pleasure for you?”
“You could be unleashing a nympho or a freak in the sheets. I can honestly say I have never lost control of myself during sex.”
“Let go. In a relationship we are to make each other feel good physically, emotionally and mentally.”
“Oh, holy smokes. I’m just not sure I can let go. I have figured out that I can get really heated up but that’s different then letting go. I’ve also figured out you get me more heated than my novels. I must admit that I’m scared and excited. I can’t explain it.”
“I think in previous generations s*x was always about the man’s pleasure but in the last twenty years it included the female’s pleasure to make both happy. I hope you are excited for our date.”
“I am. I hope you are excited as well. It shouldn’t be one sided.”
“I am excited for sure. You didn’t get any sleep last night.”
“I’m glad you are. No, I didn’t. For some reason I was too hot to sleep.”
“Ya I’m not surprised.”
He showed me a set of cuffs, ticklers and the like and it made blush horribly that night. I couldn’t believe the things I was discussing with this man. In twenty-six years of marriage, I had never talked about anything s****l to this extent. It was usually something along the lines of “I’m in the mood” and that was my cue that my husband wanted s*x. But one thing he brought up was this battery-operated boyfriend. I had heard of vibrators but had never heard them called that before. I had asked my late husband if I could have one and he had told me that would be like cheating on him. He wouldn’t allow it. So, it bothered me that this man was so willing to let me have it. If we were together wouldn’t that be like me cheating on him?
“I have a question for you.”
“Ok ask.”
“It doesn’t bother you if the woman you are with has a bob?”
“No in fact I would use it on her. For example, while I am going down on you, I could insert it in you. Or I could also insert it in you while giving you a massage.”
“Oh, holy smokes. Hell, the temperature just rose by a hundred degrees in here. You really don’t want me to sleep. Do you realize that I’ve been in an agitated state for most of the night?”
“After a powerful orgasm you will sleep like a baby.”
“I don’t want to sleep like a baby. They are up every few hours. I think you’ve enjoyed torturing me. I finally start calming down and you get me going again. Oh, you are so going to pay.”
“Ooooh don’t threaten me with a good time.”
“Damn you. Tring to cool the hormones do not heat them up. Not fair when there is no relief in sight. Really how hot do you think I need to be?”
“Just because there can be no penetration doesn’t mean you can’t orgasm. Don’t know how many licks to the center of a tootsie pop.”
“Oh, holy smokes you’re killing me.”
- Writer
