He Glazed Me with His Honey
It was a night after I'd seen bodywork clients; driving to R's, I began to wind down and, lighting a joint, listened to Sade on the way there. Her music always got me thinking about car sex with R; we'd had car sex the night before, and images, sounds, and tastes were fresh in my mind. I pulled into his long gravel driveway and rolled the windows down, getting a whiff of the farm smells I loved. Gathering my things, I stood outside and looked up, taking in the crisp air for a moment longer, fully letting go of my day. My eyes wandered into the ink-blue sky, and m y mind slowed to match the relaxed pace I felt right there in the driveway, which I knew was because he'd been caring for his fort and family all day, something very satisfying for him. I've arrived, is the thought that floated through my mind as I walked through the garage and into a fantastic garlic-scented, warm, wood-stove-heated basement and house. It was an incredible feeling to walk into the house...