Ari Way

Snake Charmers

You were a sexy fucker.

You were strong and self assured.

You had eyes that were forest green and so incredibly inviting.

I walked around in those eyes whilst I rode for 27 minutes.

Not that I was counting.

It’s just that the clock said 11.11 when we started.

It was 11.38 when we stopped.

Yes, I checked.

I remember looking at the clock radio just as you had entered into me.

We were sliding then.

Tentatively.

I remember my eyes opening and closing slowly, my stomach warming and the sensation was rolling up from the centre of me, into my chest. Prickling and sensual. It made my nipples stand erect, begging you to take them in your mouth and suck them. To tug on them a little with your lips. Grip them in your teeth. Bite down on them just a little bit.

I loved the way you cupped my breasts with both hands.

They fit so perfectly there.

You had beautiful hands.

Big, strong fingers.

Large tradesman hands.

Hands that worked.

They were calloused and stained.

But always clean for me.

I remember the celtic ring you wore on your left hand.

I dared myself to imagine what type of wedding ring you’d wear if we married.

It was then that I took your palm and held it against mine – measuring our connection.

We were always such a perfect fit.

In so many ways.

I felt good next to you.

Strong, yet a little uncertain.

Never knowing our commitment but always sure of our chemistry.

You excited me.

Just sitting beside you made me want you.

Always.

When you stood beside me, I leaned in nearer to you with a subtleness that never intruded.

Gently urging you to wrap your arm around my shoulders protectively.

Claim me.

Own me.

Call me yours.

You had the type of arms that were comforting, although you didn’t put them around me as often as I wanted you to. Except when we were fucking. You always wrapped yourself around me then. Sealing the energy into our beautiful human cocoon.

Our bodies melting together.

Moving together in perfect timing.

At the end of our ride, you would roll over and sigh.

“Fuck!” you’d say in exasperation with a smile on your face.

You would reach over and take the cigarette packet from the side table, allowing me the perfect view of your gorgeous backside. Round, tight buttocks. I always wanted to slap them. I sometimes did. You laughed.

“Fuck off”, you’d say in jist whilst lighting your cigarette and handing me mine.

We’d lie back, smoking and catching our breath. You’d grab your asthma ventolin and have a quick puff. I’d always feel a strange sense of both guilt and pleasure.

I take his breath away.

As we lay, I sometimes wondered what you were thinking.

I’d wait for you to get up and reach for your clothes.

I’d smile in amusement as you searched for them.

You looked tough with a large black ink tribal tattoo around your left arm. I loved the way it traced your muscles, the way it peaked out from underneath your tshirt.

You always dressed in that I-don’t-give-a-shit way.

Dirty jeans, your favourite rock band on a black tshirt and black boots.

You were a sexy fucker.

And I fell in love with you.

I never wanted that.

I only wanted you.

I never wanted to need you.

You were going to be some casual fun.

I never wanted to feel anything much for you at all.

Fresh out of a long relationship, I wasn’t looking for you when I found you.

I saw you standing there, looking a little sorry for yourself. A little too drunk. Vulnerable.

Do you remember me slithering up to you that night?

I was a snake.

Nobody could hurt me.

I needed venom.

I needed to slide away into a hole and get lost for a while.

You became my hole.

My eyes saw you across the room.

You burnt into them a little that night.

Like a scar.

You didn’t see me coming toward you i’m sure. Ironically, you didn’t see me going.

We fucked for 5 years.

Once of twice a week we’d meet up.

Some weekends.

Remaining casual.

Snakes in a jungle.

My mind twisted and turned with possibilities.

I knew you’d fallen for me too.

You were young though and needed to live.

You needed to pretend you didn’t care for me like you did.

You liked to keep your options open.

You were a snake too.

My heart became swollen.

My body parts ached for you and because of you.

I fought myself for you.

You were under my skin.

You were a sexy fucker.

I told you that I had fallen in love with you.

It took you too long to tell me the same and when you finally did, it was too late.

It didn’t have the same impact anymore.

I’d waited too long for you and had seen the things that didn’t make me love you enough.

Or perhaps i’d not seen the things i’d needed to love you enough.

Anti climax.

I found another sexy fucker.

She was just what I needed.

But then the roles were reversed.

She became me and I became you.

She told me that she loved me.

I said it back.

It scared me.

I realised how you felt.

I needed my hole.

I went away.

I broke the chain.

I broke her heart.

She was a sexy fucker too.

But she wasn’t the right hole for me.

And she definately wasn’t a snake.

So here I am, I’m still sliding through the grass.

Searching.

For the right hole.

I’m remembering that morning when you rolled over in bed and said, “So, what’s for breakfast?”

and I said, “Foreplay, you’ve already had it.”

You laughed and asked for a coffee.

“You know I don’t drink coffee.”

“Oh,” you sounded deflated.

“But i’ve got some, for you.”

“You bought coffee for me?” you asked, obviously impressed.

“No, my mother brought it over last week.”

So began the pulling of your heart strings that day.

I tugged a little more, a little stronger, a little tighter. Until I had pulled you in to where I wanted you to be.

I bit down on you, sucking on your skin and adding my venom into you.

You will never forget me.

Written by Ari Way

“Lie down and let me walk all over you”

You want me don’t you?

You want to fuck

like _that_

like _them_

and moan

that

it’s

me

me

me.

You want to roll around

pretend i’m someone else

filthy little fucker

hot and horny strutter

I can walk like _that_

are you watching?

High heels and floorboards

leather seats

and heavy doors

i’ll hang my inhibitions

for you

I will tip toe when it matters

trace the edges

bang

and shatter

all of your illusions

of me.

I won’t leave one dirty little footstep on you either.

I won’t rip one hole in your skin.

But i’ll walk all over you

just the way you like it.

Strutting.

Written by Ari Way

~ by littlehelen on May 18, 2008.