Manifesting

The air in the room changed, or something, and I had to look around to see why. I saw him as he surveyed around the bar looking for someone, and I was breathless. I must have looked dumbfounded when his eyes found me staring, and he raised his drink to me in a cheer and smiled at me before he continued to survey the bar and find his buddies. That smile told me that we were destined to be together, as I followed him with my hungry eyes, and I made a bet to myself and won as he looked back at me. This time, his brilliant blues told me that I hadn’t seen the last of him and that we were meant to meet. My girlfriends snapped me out of my trance and looked to see what I was looking at, but he had already sat down, so I just brushed them off and bought time, knowing that he’d be mine.

Not one for crowds, I got a drink at the outside bar before going inside to meet up with some friends, but when I walked in, I felt drawn by some invisible force and needed to find what was pulling me like a magnet. I knew where my friends were, but I was compelled to keep looking until I saw what I was looking for. When I saw her, her eyes found me too, and it was surreal. I felt like I knew her, but from another life, like destiny calling. She is breathtaking with her natural dark raven curls and piercing Italian features, and how she claimed me as hers from across the room. I smiled and raised my glass, and she broke into the cutest half smile like she was caught gawking, and it seemed like we just bathed in each other until my friends called me back. That snapped me momentarily out of my hypnotized state as I turned to see them, and I felt like the simple act of walking was suddenly new to me as I zombie-walked over to them. I had to look back to make sure that she wasn’t just a mirage, and when I saw her still there, I mentally pleaded that she wouldn’t leave and wait for me, and she answered me the same way, letting me know that we were just a matter of time.

Time seemed to stand still between the sneak peeks we stole while we waited for the inevitable. Before I went out that night, I told myself what I wanted and that tonight was my night. I made my intention crystal clear this time, knowing what I wanted. I was happy in my skin and finally ready again to share something real with somebody that I knew I deserved and that deserved me. I didn’t need to question him because there was something bigger than us answering and directing me. I just knew, and when my girlfriends decided to go bar hopping, I told them to go ahead. They just gave me a knowing smile and asked that I text to let them know I made it home okay, just as he came up to introduce himself. He didn’t need to speak, but what a bonus, as he looked at me somewhat fearful and asked if I was leaving before breaking out in a perfect dimpled smile as I replied, “Not without you.” I couldn’t believe those words came out of my mouth, but small talk be damned when the Universe is directing. He blushed just a little, and like Jekyll and Hyde, he turned from coy to deliciously dangerous as he pulled me to him by the waist of my jeans and kissed me. #@!%$&!^$! As my mind went on the fritz, as his kiss, answered any other questions that didn’t need to be asked, and I got wet between my weakened legs. “Sorry,” he says, all breathy and shit while holding me up and telling me he wanted to do that since he first saw me in some past lifetime. My girlfriend didn’t even ask as she looked at me, all bug-eyed, and smiled big before leaving, holding her fingers up to her head like a phone and mouthing call me.

I know she and I talked for hours, but time flew by like we were old friends from lifetimes ago. We weren’t even really drinking, nor did we seem to feel the need as I confessed to her that I knew that I would meet her that night. I couldn’t keep my hands or my lips to myself or my mind for that matter, as I confessed to both of us out loud how I couldn’t wait to taste the rest of her. We seemingly materialized back at my place as if the Universe also couldn’t wait, where I opened a bottle of Chardonnay. The wine was only for the bouquet because we peeled each other’s clothes off while kissing each spot of exposed skin on our way, and my mouth waters now as it did when I closed it over her sweet, delicious, and equally wet mound. I have never tasted anything more heavenly, as I tried to drink all of her juices and bit into her like ripe fruit. Her moans were pleading as she rived against my face, and I wrapped my arms around her thighs and spread her petals. I couldn’t help but watch the spectacle of her dance as I looked up her body as her hips rolled and her nipples puckered until her mouth sang of her first climax and I drank and I drank as my cock turned to stone under me.

I couldn’t tell you where he lived, how we got there, or anything about his place except that it was immaculate, warm, and comfortable. I pulled his move and grabbed him by the waist of his pants as if being pulled by the inviting bulge in like a tractor beam as he opened a bottle of wine. Who were we kidding anyway because we barely drank a thing as I walked backward, pulling him with me, bottle in hand, and not needing any direction to my destination because I was again being directed by a Universal knowledge that was apparently also in a big hurry to get there? There were periods of blackouts, but I know there were mind-blowing kisses, some stripping of each other, and FORGETABOUTIT!!! To see him nekkid and very, very happy to see me made more than just my mouth water, and after the next blackout, after I told him how wet he made me, I found his beautiful face between my welcoming thighs. A skill I knew he’d have for some reason; maybe it was after his first kiss or some past lifetime, but I always say that you can tell by how messy they eat. He loves what he does and does what he loves, and just watching him do it and those bedroom blues looking up at me from over my humming mound as he spread me with his face was enough to make me come, and he drank and drank. I pulled him up to me in desperate need of another one of his kisses and panted pleadingly “Make love to me”; I knew I was in love even before then.

I could not wait to be inside of her before she asked me to make love to her. What she said didn’t dawn on me because it was just how it was meant to be. I wanted only to make love to her, and it felt like where I belonged and that it had been too long. Her kisses and eyes mirrored the love in mine as she reached down between us and guided me in. There was no talk of protection, just the knowing that there was nothing meant to be between us as I slid inside of her through her guiding grip. She released, and I filled her like the perfect glove. She was tight but just right as I kissed her and reached down and up between us to massage her clit between my long slow strides while stealing all her sweet breathy moans in kisses. We danced this way for an eternity of bliss, face to face until we both echoed a whispered: “I love you”. Then we repeated ourselves with hungrier, more demanding kisses until her nails dug into my skin, and she confessed, “You’re going to make me cum”. I moved my arms up under her shoulders, buried my face into her neck, and increased my pace so that we could cum together. Our cries increased and got louder as we sang into each other’s ears, and just as I was about to tell her that I was ready to cum, she begged me to cum inside her because she was cumming. It was all I needed to hear as I released and didn’t stop until her cries let me know that she joined me there, and her literal cries stained both our cheeks. When I felt her tears, I posted and kissed them away, and we once again echoed, “I love you”.

The power of intention has filled our lifetimes with the love we know that is inherent and waiting to be uncovered in each of us, and once we do, there is nothing sweeter than sharing it. Even after all the years since, we still enjoy our date nights.

Happy Hump Day!!