Distressed Leather

I spotted the 9 foot leather couch in a bay window on Beacon Street. The owners gladly sold it to me when I pulled out a wad of cash.

I situated the dark leather sofa at the center of my loft with the rest of the furniture taking on a supporting role.

Eating, reading, napping and working on my lap top all took place on the sofa. The loft would disappear as I’d sink into softness like a breeze touching the back of my hand.

Killarney too loved the sofa and would ly on it all stretched out in one of her  leather outfits, asking if I thought she looked cool. I’d smile, letting her know she was the top of the heap.

We would take turns pinning the other  to the sofa playing out fantasies so absurd we’d roll off the leather onto the floor in a heap of sweaty laughter.

For hours we’d snuggle together on the sofa reading aloud from novels and news papers or sharing our writings and thoughts.

Sometimes I’d wake to find Killarney not in our bed but asleep on the couch, clutching a book of stories I’d given her. She be curled up on the sofa looking so frail and transparent.

Yesterday I found Killarney not in our bed or on the sofa. On the center cushion was the book of stories and a one word note saying simply “goodbye.”

I may sell the sofa but just for today, I’m going to snuggle into its softness clutching the book of stories and the one word note.

Relationships always have their play time. Today’s story is 300 words, entitled Glass Light, Enjoy!

Glass Light

Exploding through the glass brick wall the  suns light  captured Killarney, creating a dark silhouette, preventing me from seeing her expressions.

Truth be told Killarney rarely exposed an expression other then satisfaction.

I moved a bit closer trying to adjust to the setting suns radiance but Killarney turned her face away

“It is always like this” she spat, I smiled.

Fully pressing her body against the glass she continued. Always you give me what I want but you are still in control.

Killarney I said trying not to let her see my smile, I don’t believe in control we are equals I do what ask because I love you.

“But” she stammered, then slowly ran her tongue across the glass capturing the last of the suns rays. “That’s just not so,” sounding like a school girl caught, without an answer.

I moved closer pressing my body hard against hers she moaned from the weight as I pressed her tightly into the glass blocks.

“Get off me,” she growled, I pushed harder, without a thread of guilt I bit her ear then said, “Killarney we’re going to do what I want.”

Digging down within herself she let out a magnificent scream and pushed to free herself.

I didn’t move I just pushed harder.

I could see tears in the corner of her eye but also the hint of a smile.

Roughly I grabbed her arm spinning her around and kissed her.

For a moment she resisted but then melted into my arms, it was then I knew she’d given in.

Wiping the tears from her cheek I looked into her receptive eyes and spoke.

“I don’t want to go out to dinner I want to order in I want Chinese.”

Killarney pinched me, then picked up the phone to call our favorite Chinese takeout.

That Killarney

Sliding into the booth Killarney draped her bare leg over my thigh, discreetly the waiter looked away.

Killarney’s left hand caressed my jaw, her tongue painting a mandala on my ear.

“It means eternal peace” she cooed, “or it means I’m your eternal piece,” mocking her own Irish accent.

I feigned disinterest as my hand snaked around her waist. The waiter now fidgeted nervously.

Patrons sat transfixed, Killarney flipping her head back sending lush red hair bouncing up then pouring onto her shoulders. The diners responded with silent applause.

They all wished Killarney theirs, though never doubting she was mine.