Minute One: The feelings felt were almost indescribable. So many nerves flowing around us: I was scared. How could someone so perfect be interested in me? He was tall, attractive, nice, and had a great smile. What really blew my mind was that he came back for a second chance after our first efforts were depleted by his awaking cousin.
Minute Two: He looked at me. Gazed into my eyes. Everything felt right this time around. Music playing in the faint background. A few candles arranged around my room. And the soft smell of Victoria Secret’s “TEASE EAU DE PARFUM”
Minute Three: Then he touched me. Just the slightest caress of his fingers along my lower back sent my brain going crazy. So many thoughts went through my head. I didn’t know what to do: touch him, kiss him, run away in fear? I didn’t know what I should’ve done. But I do remember what I wanted to do…
Minute Four: The moment he kissed me my legs went weak, palms got sweaty and God knows I was about to faint.
Minute Five: Within five minutes, the room was filled with lust and desire. With every lip bite, neck grab and back scratching the intensity raised. Nothing was going to stop this from happening now. Nothing.
Minute Six: As i jumped into his arms my desires were forgotten and i was acting under pure instinct. Bite. Scratch. Lick. Grasp for breath. Repeat.
Minute Seven: Thrusting
Minute Eight: Grinding together as one.
Minute Nine: Thrusting again like there was no other in the world.
Minute Ten: For a bittersweet second i had forgotten that we werent alone in the house, any minute she could of walked in. I started to constantly check the door to see if she was near until his kiss distracted me once again and i quickly resorted back to my instincts. Bite. Scratch. Lick…
Minute Eleven: As if i thought my senses weren't already at an ultimate peak, he found ways to push even the maximum limits. With every dig into my hip and every groa into my ear i was slowly reaching higher and higher.
Minute Twelve: Just as we mutually hit our pinnacle he grasped my hands so tight and i let out the most soft and intimate noise i ever had. At that moment we had went from strangers to lovers. I felt as if he was all mine to keep forever and to never let go, like we were eachothers “one and only’s.”
Minute Thirteen. From then on we were connected in some odd way.
Minute Fourteen: With the final soft kisses being laid onto each other, we came down from the great immense excitement the soft sounds of the Weeknd finally returned to our ears and the smell of lust filled the room. Every previous feeling was washed away and we both grinned at each other as we silently slid back into our clothes.
Minute Fifteen. The goodbye. I thought since already belong to someone else the previous time spent was just a fling. But no. He lightly placed his hand on my back. pulled me closer to him and kissed me so passionately. More than just a “thank you kiss” or the casually halffast goodnight kiss, no. This kiss was serious. I was the moment he left his beautiful, cursed and, life-changing mark on me.
After: As i watched him hop my fence and handsomely walk back to his car i thought to myself how lucky i was to capture him and make him only mine for a certain matter of time. I wondered how he felt.
Later in time as i write this now, a little over a year later, i think of how lost i became just because of those short fifteen minutes. It took me nine and a half months just to stop my crazy lust-filled affair with this beautifully taken man. Oddly it seems as they broke up...we did too. Then it took me the whole summer to realize that whatever we had was unhealthy for me and that i had to regain myself. I had to remember who i was and what it meant to love myself for who and what i am. And in that time i did manage to find someone else who would spend fifteen minutes and more with me. But i owe part of who i am today because of those such short fifteen minutes.