Word Play
Looking around he glanced at his reflection in the mirror. It was all steamed over. “Damn, I’m so hot I cause glass to steam.”
He figured if others didn’t brag about him, he would. Before getting into the shower he wiped a place for his face to see in and then scribbled muscular shoulders and a neck in the moist film. In his best deep voice, he said “I’ll be back”.
Eugene stepped into the shower. “Shit, shit, shit, that’s hot.” By the time he was done there wouldn’t be any hot water left for anyone else in the hotel.
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“Okay, now I have to remind you that this is a date. It by no means is a sex date. So you keep your cool, be a gentleman and show some respect.” Eugene paused. “But if we do get some pussy I want an ‘A’ in the effort department.” He stepped out of the shower and looked back down on his cock. “Remember what we talked about.”
The next twenty minutes was an effort to impress that really didn’t go well. This was a perfect reminder as to why a man shouldn’t pack for himself. Everything Eugene had was made of cotton and was cut above the knee. So he decided to wear what was comfortable and go with it.
There was no need to be nervous, but he was. There was no need to feel pressure, but he did.
He had another twenty minutes to burn so he sat at his computer.
The words were still in his head. Words of desire, words of lust. Sexy scenes that needed to come out and be written.
You are lying in a bed. White satin sheets surrounding your body and pillows scattered all around. Your body is naked as you wait for your lover. Pink flowers fill a vase beside the bed.
Your lover walks into the room and a stir of excitement fills your body.
Eugene’s mind wandered into the words she inspired. This wasn’t Angela writing. It was Eugene, and he liked it.
You want to taste him, to feel him inside you. You hunger for him.
Madison reminded him about being a man. The flirtatious games men play and how being oneself can be empowering.
You are ready to be taken, ready to be freed. It is your time to fulfill a dream.
He sat for a few moments, after writing the little speech he’d created for Madison, and sighed.
“Fuck, I’m late!”
He walked into the restaurant and saw her sitting in the candlelight. She looked so beautiful, so natural, so fucking hot. Her flowered blouse was perfect for a dinner in the Caribbean. It accentuated her features and the smile she gave him when he walked in caused him to melt.
Fuck it, buddy, we’re going full tilt tonight. Eugene’s conversation with his penis continued.
He sat down at the table with her in the small restaurant. It was a quaint place with a nice tropical feel and a glorious view of the ocean.
They both ordered the calamari and chatted about the daily drag of their life and other niceties as they ate.
“…and that’s how I got the nickname salami.” Eugene started eating again.
Madison shook her head and laughed. It looked like she was having a really fun time.
Eugene couldn’t help but smile. She had the sort of laugh that was infectious. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but she had something about her that freed his soul. It wasn’t physical, or at least not yet, it was more spiritual. She relaxed him. Gave him a feeling of peace. He didn’t have to worry about what he said to her. He was just being Eugene. And he liked the feeling.
“I’ve never met a writer before. Do you just sit down and think ‘I’m going to write a novel today’ or what?”
Eugene took a drink from his beer and spoke, “I’m what I like to call a ‘mood writer’. I write whatever I feel like writing. The romance and erotica pay the bills. But the sex scenes get harder and harder to make different. In the beginning I just went crazy and wrote anything my little twisted mind came up with. Now I have certain rules. It’s more complicated. That’s my dilemma. I am in a rut.”
Madison just listened. She seemed to understand what he was thinking and saying. “Maybe you need to leave it alone for a while. Come on, let’s dance.”
She stood up and reached her hand out to him.
The song changed to something smooth and exotic. They stood close, brushing against each other like a breeze. As the song continued Madison pulled closer to Eugene. They fit together like puzzle pieces. Her eyes closed and there was warmth between them.
Silk covered her nipples. They were small bumps popping through the fabric. The oven was on and the timer just went off with a