Used....and Abused
Finally, it was the week-end! I have been neglected all week so my patience had worn thin. My lover had been kept busy at his oh, so important job all week. But I said nothing, letting him do his thing, knowing that he would soon turn his attention to me. Soon, he would need me, and I him. And for us, nothing but the two of us would exist, in the entire universe, such was our relationship. Friday night came, the work week over, and as I had anxiously anticipated, he turned his attention to me.
Not that we are exclusive. I know that. After all, my suitor is an important man in his own right. With his looks and brains, he could have his pick of any that he wanted to spend his time with. I have 5 sisters as well, so when he picked me, it made me feel so special. It felt so right.
My man was very passionate, and the time we spent together may not be long-lasting, as some relationships go, but when we were together, it went by in a heated rush. But it was our time, together. It was meaningful, refreshing and satisfying, all at the same time!
I am no dummy. Not by a long shot. I know what I see when I see my reflection in a mirror. I am not what you would call...outstanding. One of many, really. That is why, when he chose me, it made me feel special, important somehow. Like, at that moment, I was the only one who could satisfy my companion's needs, his wants, his desires. At that precious moment in time, I was the only one he wanted, the only one he trusted to fill his needs. Yes, I consider myself to be the lucky one.
Having waited for his touch for almost a week, I was so nervous, I began to sweat a little. Especially when he touched me, at last. I threw caution to the wind. I was his, and his alone. He could do with me whatever he wanted. I existed...for him alone, and only him.
I could feel the excitement when he put his hands on me. It was so invigorating! He is such a tease. He knows how much I enjoy it. So, he took his time with the patience of an experienced man. He ran his soft hands all over me, driving me crazy! He took a finger and lazily began rubbing me, around and around, never quite touching me in the way that I desired.
Still showing his self-control he turned on the television. I didn't mind. For me, it didn't exit. I belonged...to him. I only existed...for him. He could do with me what we both wanted. What we both needed. And we loved each other while watching television.
He turned on a sports channel. I liked it. When he watched a game on television he changed, for the better. He became more excited, more passionate, more needy. For me.
When I thought I could stand it no longer, with his hands around me, he did it. He popped my top. He wanted to. I needed it. Now, I could arouse him. Now, I could quench his burning desire. It was what I was made for. My whole purpose in life, to satisfy him. Nothing else mattered.
He put his manly lips on me, licking my top for a moment. Waiting for just a second, before drinking me in. I was in heaven. My purpose for being. He was an accomplished lover. He drank me in, deeply. Smelling my sweet odor, licking my juices, continually drinking me in.
The game on television was intense. Which only served to make me more desired by him. He couldn't take his hand off of me. I didn't mind. Not one little bit. I still existed, only for him. He was in control. He was in charge, and I loved it.
I became his everything. My cool, refreshing ways were overpowering him. His hand still around me, he continued to have his way with me. His eyes were glassing over. His mind was spinning. Was it me, or was it because his team was winning? I knew not. I cared not.
Then, as suddenly as it started, he left me all too soon. I longed for his caress, his touch, his need. But I had satisfied him. I longed for my lover's attention, but it was over. A quick affair. I had satisfied, for the moment. Until his needs again would well up inside of him, leaving him in anguish, until he fulfilled it once more.
My job was finished. But I had no regrets. I knew in advance my time with him would be short, but meaningful. I existed to satisfy him. I fulfilled my purpose in being. Now it was up to one of my five remaining sisters to quench his burning desires. I was used, and then thrown away like so much garbage. My time spent with him was over, forevermore. I am, after all, just a can of BEER!
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