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Drive-Through Love
What’s borne of a million little kisses?
Doesn’t it sound delicious?
Yes, yes it does. He knows the moment our kisses change. Does he do it on purpose? Maybe he thinks it’s me.
Maybe it’s like spontaneous combustion and it’s neither- and both of us- at the same time.
That moment has found its way even in the drive-through. I cannot say what sparks it, and I don’t know when it’s coming. I wonder how it feels for him- does he get the same urgent rush, the flash of hunger, the need? Almost like lightning seeking grounding, a burned arc that I think started in my belly because it’s still lingering there, but quick.
Little kisses are sweet, lightning ones an unexpected bonus every time.
He has changed the whole experience for me, so much so that I want to be tested. I want to play, explore and discover, find his yummy spots. My sexual peak is coming in his thirties. It makes perfect sense.
I’m not used to his attention, either. It’s making me do all kinds of things I haven’t done before.
Like wanting to be strong for my own self.
Like wanting to be bold without sacrificing who I am.
Like wanting to actually slow down and enjoy the moment. My ADHD brain will soon…