A Fast Tongue

Light My Fire

I’ve always had a weakness for bad boys.  Leather jackets, tattoos, copious amounts of liquor and cocaine fueled nights.  A fast tongue, faster hands and a sexy grin that promises trouble and delivers every time.  I’ve had a few of them over the years.   Although they brought me intense pleasure, it never ends well.  But the sex is fantastic and leaves me feeling like a caged animal in the dry spell that follows before finding another bad boy with a fast tongue and reckless behavior to take his place.  It has become a pattern.  One I hoped to grow out of sooner or later.  Slowly run it has run it’s course.

Chasing Pavements- A Fast Tongue

My friends shake their heads and tease me about breaking hearts and having a fast tongue.  Telling me “you can’t date forever.  It seems that one by one, they are getting married.  Starting families, moving forward into unknown territory.  I’m still single.  Still in search of the next best thing.

Then came the day I agreed with them.  Hardly recognizing my own words, I reluctantly agreed.   It was time to stop moving so fast, burning through relationships and disappearing before the morning light made things too real.  With a few suitcases and boxes and some very high expectations, and lots of unfinished stories, I left town to start over.  That’s when I met Jason.  The man who would change my perception about everything.

Something New – A Fast Tongue

He wasn’t the type I usually hooked up with.  No sharp edges, no games.  No tattoos.  Upbeat and realistic.  An enigma wrapped in a riddle who always made me laugh.  In just a short amount of time, he taught me not to take life too seriously.  The first time he smiled at me, he wasn’t looking at my tits. He didn’t have a fast tongue.  He was interested in spending time with me and understanding what I wanted.  Even when I had clothes on.  That  alone made my pulse skip.

I found myself turning down the loud boys with loud promises.  Suddenly stopped chasing chaos and the quick satisfaction of a fast tongue because I now have the best of both worlds.   I no longer wanted to be the cheating housewife.  At least not for the time being.  I was interested in playing by the rules for once.  Our rules.  The ones we made together.

The most surprising pleasures are found in the nights of passion I spend with Jason.  Early mornings tangled in the sheets when we don’t have to be anywhere.  He isn’t rushing me to get out because his wife is coming home soon.  Long showers enjoyed together and I’m not staring at another woman’s shampoo and razor.  His breath against my ear, sending chills up my back with no future faking or word salad.  Not so much a fast tongue, but eye-to-eye conversation about what we want.  Not  the frantic electricity I once chased, but something warm, fuller.  Filling me up in ways I had not expected.

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