transfyxtion: a tale of soul desires

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Abs

transfyxtion: a tale of soul desiresThe door shut. quietly…and I awoke. The rays of sunlight conspired the truth of the day…where am I? Searching the walls, I was home…downtown, it’s 2021…my dreams had taken me back far too far, an honeymoon lunatic raged for my return. Who was she? I never knew. The doves fluttered to shatter my window and covet my return. Her perfume still lingered in the room…I rose to water my c***dren and feed Lucy.Coffee. Cameras. Empty glasses recalling the tale…new grounds perked to file my senses, and I encouraged the mourning’s glory with some soft Fenn. Sublime music transmitted my heartbeat, the volume ascended and I began to move. Slow at first, celebrating her rhythms from the abyss, faster, capturing the cusps of our comings once more, the glowing from her soul. Stretching my heart and mind… I had given myself to her. All that she wanted, and had taking, me, only to be left with more to give, and receive, switch was greater? We’d synchronized our synergies and gave no repentance. Remittance. Locked together as one, toiling in fixed tandem, heat giving our passions power, our powers, passion…persevering the pleasures amended, thriving in the pains of our pursuit.Lucy nuzzled me for a walk, and we took to the sky for a few, basking in the simmer of the city. Her white coat shown surreal in contrast, begging me to throw the ball, just once more to bewilder the trails of her velocity. She was my rescued shepherd, I was her rescued human. How could I say no?”Shall we go to the park this morning, Luv?” I snickered.”Park?” she said with her ears, “please?” with her eyes.”Come on.”Walking her along felt fine. It was good to be off the bike awhile, my legs were down bakırköy escort for a day of relaxation, rejuvenation, and the reboot would be worth it. My first week as a courier had not been a thing of beauty, and I had relied on the remnants of racing to get me through. Greeting the trees, I longed for a climb.”Tomorrow, Lucy…” “…we’ll call around, I’ll get back in the trees again someday.”She wasn’t listening, she had spied a big Black and Tan, and there was no question they had it all worked out already. The dusky jewel at the helm waved on the way by…”We must come here more often, Luce…”I gave her a nod with my hands full of refined reverence and carried on to maintain some dignity. Lucy barked once more and pulled to betray my intentions, conferring hers.I hated to rush her through, but I needed to ride down to the shop briefly and see about my wheels and get to know the staff a bit more. I was hoping to pick up some hours wrenching and make some connections. Maybe get on the team eventually, who knows. There was so much to do getting settled in, but I had faith that it would all come in time.A note on the door, “call me, Sin” made me laugh. Sin for Cindy always did. My neighbor next door, she was a total trip in her twenties, like a mix between a hip k** sister and a long lost daughter. We’d enjoyed the plutonics of a phat joint a couple of nights ago on the roof top. It was fresh fun, kicking back and passing relevance back and forth, enjoying a little angus and julia…stoned. Her father had passed in an accident a few years prior and I think she’d taken stock in some borrowed wisdom and kinship.You’ve got to bond…we’ve got to bond with each other…all beşiktaş escort of us. Being marooned here isn’t for the faint of heart, these city walls oft offer us no quarter. I’ll give her my best. Maybe she’ll meet my girls someday. Share in some common observations about the shortcomings of a man stuck in a perpetual second c***dhood.I gave her a ring.”Ride?” I rhetoracled”Not far.” “Yeah.” “For Sure.” “In twenty then?” “See ya in a bit”Some quick yoga gave me the strength to reach for Aeon. I named her for my favorite super hero and she was fixed for service. My racing companion for years. Fixed crits, time trials, velodrome frolix had finally given way for the workhorse to blossom. She’d been a gift from a long lost love, I’d never her give up.Lucy’s bark announcing Sin….”ready yet?””Let’s hit it, k**..”Traffic was light and the flow was as surreal as sunshine as we made our way down, grabbing some lunch with a side of laughs, the afternoon flew righteously on by us. The shop was fun. Tim gave me the rundown on my wheel build, and I ordered some new treads and threads for the coming winter.We buttoned up for home and fought through the breeze that had served us so well just a moment ago. I put on a second pot and put a light to some…”Thanks for the ride…””…any time, thanks for lunch.””You’re welcome, someone has to feed you.”She was right. The stress of the move and rebuilding didn’t offer me much of an appetite. I’d get it back, eventually. Especially if we kept hitting that little Thai place on the corner.”I’m going to head home after this.””That’s cool,” I coughed. We laughed again.”You going to be ok?”I looked up forcing a smile “Yeah…I hope beylikdüzü escort so.”We both knew what we were talking about. We enjoyed a few more tunes and I drew a bath after she left. Lucy whimpered in protest. I just ached to settle in for a soak. Tomorrow would come too quickly.My phone buzzed…it was Tiara.How was your day?Good yours?Good. About last night…Yeah?It meant something to meMe tooWhen can I see you again?Will you be in town this week?No, I’m flying out to Portland in the morning, remember?When will you be back?I don’t know…a week or two?I’ll see you then.Could I fly you out next weekend?Seriously? ?Seriously…you can bring your bike. You’ll love it out here. We could shop for my first fixie, as you call them.Things are kinda tight with the move, I don’t know, we’ll see how the week goes. .I’ll cover you, my treat. …you can pay me back…Ok, but I can’t fly out till Friday night.I’ve got enough points, I’ll book it. Ok?Ok.Can I call you later?Yes. Do that.K.Tiara was a tonic from the start. I’d met transgender girls in the past, but it never occurred to me that I’d fall for one. They were an enigma to me, in general. I never spoked, always treated them as they should be, but never really felt an intimate attraction. Tiara was different. She was so beautifully unique, inside and out. So natural and healthy. She touched me. Made me question everything I thought I knew and didn’t know.Was my life taking a turn on her pivot, or was this just a backlash knee jerk from all that had come apart? Or was it …that everything had to come apart to make a way for us? I was open to possibility, chained to broken paradigms, shifting on their fault lines.Why was the energy so otherworldly? I’d never felt like that before, from the first touch to the last, that I remember vividly. I climaxed so hard that I felt it in my soul as my heart skipped a beat…breathless. Whatever it was. I wanted more. Could it be replicated? Or was it just the thrill of something new? Portland, Portland would know.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Bir cevap yazın