Amaliya (A)

Amaliya

No need for any quirky adjectives in my title. I am just the embodiment of everything that is beautiful in a woman who enjoys sex and enjoys helping others embrace their sexy. I am the sensitive, sophisticated, charming, charismatic side of Her. I am the one who makes her relationship thrive and grow. I am the one that knocks her off her pedestal and brings her back to her “human-self.” I am the one that takes everything that Tempest craves and She-Devil controls and turn it into useful advice and creative sexual ideas.

I am Amaliya

And this is my personal diary…

Dear Diary,

It had been months since we broke up. Three years of being together and it all ends because neither of us were willing to compromise in making the relationship work. I get through this time mostly by burying myself in work by day and crying myself to sleep at night. I couldn’t stop thinking of him but what made it worse was listening to the radio or watching TV or reading a book. After 6 months I was ready to reevaluate our relationship and compromise for the better. I wasn’t sure how it was going to happen, but I was determined to find a way.

I heard through some of our mutual friends that he was “not” thinking about me just like I was “not” thinking about him. I decided that honesty was the best initial policy and decided to write him a letter about how I felt and where I wanted us to go from there.

Dear James,

I know that we were wrong for how we handled things and on my behalf I know that I was wrong to end things the way I did. After being apart for so many months, I realize now that you are too great of a man to lose. I want to apologize for putting you through anything and I hope that we can talk about this face to face.

Love always,

Amaliya

I attached this letter to the windshield of his car. I felt like such a stalker hiding out in the bushes in the middle of the night to let the man I loved know how I was feeling. Hopefully, everything will be worth it in the end. He must’ve been thinking the same thing because a few days later I found a note attached to my windshield that read:

Dearest Amaliya,

You don’t know what it has been like living these past months without being able to communicate to you. I have found myself looking at your facebook profile picture asking myself if breaking up, without really considering thing,s was for the best. I would like for us to talk face to face. I’ll let you lead the way just let me know.

Love you,

James

I was elated to know that the rumors were true and James was considering getting back together with me, now for the inevitable heart to heart.

It was Sunday, late afternoon. I sent James a message telling him to meet me at Chastain, our favorite park, so we could talk and go for a walk like we used to do. I parked my car by the tennis courts and waited for him to arrive. I was anxious to see him after months of being a part. I sat in my car listening to the end of the 7:00 jam. My nerves were frazzled because every time a car passed my heart skipped a beat. Finally, after waiting for about ten minutes, his black Nissan Altima pulled up and parallel parked two cars down from mine. He looked so good in his basketball shorts and red t-shirt. I could tell his curly black hair had recently been cut low and his butterscotch colored face was clean shaven. Absence absolutely makes the heart group fonder, because I started to miss him even more than I already had.

We smiled as we slowly started to walk towards one another. Even though we could instantly feel the sexual tension between us, we didn’t know what to do. Were we supposed to hug passionately? Should we slap each other five? I mean this situation was so awkward! We finally settled on a friendly embrace and started our 4 mile walk around the park.

It was quiet between us for a moment. I enjoyed James’ company as we walked and listened to the sounds of the birds chirping and the crickets humming. We did the normal bout of questions: how is work? How are your mother and family? Etc. etc. etc. The sun was beginning to set. We had already gone half-way around the park before I started to speak my feelings for James.

“James….I really don’t know what to say. It’s like I got a million thoughts in my head, but none of them will come out right. All I can really say is I’m sorry.” I said to him.

“I’m not sure what to say either. All I can say is I’m sorry too for not understanding what you were going through at the time and not being more sensitive to your feelings and not being there like I needed to be.” He said and like that our conversation about the past started.

We had talked for a good hour before another pause was taken between us. I guess it was our moment of reflection and decision about where the future for us was going to go. Should I stay or should I let it be? As I was thinking about our conversation over and over and the actions that led up to this moment, I was caught off guard with a passionate kiss in the middle of the sidewalk next to the golf course. You know how people ruin these moments with talk and stammering and questions? This wasn’t one of those moments. I knew we needed to talk, but I also knew we needed what was to come next. Six months of anger, sadness, tension, and sexual frustration was taken out on this beautiful man’s lips. We were so deep in our kiss that we didn’t even realize that the night security guard had driven past us until he blew his loud siren and flashed the lights. We turned towards him to let him know that we were continuing on our way. The next moment the security guard drove away.

We broke apart from our kiss and continued to walk along the path. James took my hand in his and I almost melted. I enjoyed the electricity that was going between our clasped hands. I didn’t want the moment with James to end. All of a sudden, he led me to a secluded spot on the golf lawn. The moon was hanging beautifully round and bright in the night sky. It was night time now, but the air was warm and brisk. Perfect.

James held my face in his hands and began to slowly and sensually kiss me, closed mouthed at first wanting to get acquainted with the lips he had missed so much. I kissed him with equal passion, not wanting the moment to end. As he explored my mouth with his thick tongue, he ran his fingers through my long dark brown hair. His hands slowly and gently began to caress my back and arms. Simultaneously, we fell to our knees on the soft, cool tailored grass.

His moan was almost inaudible as I broke apart from our feverish kiss to lick, kiss, and suck on his neck. It has always intrigued me to know that the quickest way to make James putty in my hands was to go for that sweet spot on his neck between his ears and collar bone, right next to his jaw. His moans began to get louder as I worked my tongue in circles on his neck. As I was bringing him closer to bliss with my mouth and tongue, he was doing the same by sucking and blowing into my ear. I couldn’t take it anymore; I had to have this man that I had been wanting for so long.

Our sweet passionate escapade became almost primal and animalistic. Right there in that secluded spot on the golf green, we tore at each other’s clothes until we were bare under God’s night sky and on Atlanta’s Chastain Park.

He slowly trailed kisses to my exposed breasts. The cool breeze had made my nipples erect and the sensations his lips were causing made them ache. He cupped my breasts with his hands and brought my right breast to his mouth as he rubbed his thumb over my left nipple. He took to my breast like a starving child and ravenously licked and sucked it into submission. Not wanting to make the left breast jealous, he hungrily gave the left one the same voracious treatment. My breathing became labored and quick. My pussy pulsated and flowed like a river from the sensations this man was bringing to me. The fear of getting caught doing naughty things in a public area, especially since the security guard was probably driving around continuously, was making me almost delirious with delight.

James massaged and manipulated my breasts with a ferocity that I had not seen from him. He kissed me. Even though he had been kissing me since this escapade began, this kiss was different. It was stronger and emotional. As this kiss continued, his hand slowly moved downward to my throbbing, hot pussy. He knew what he was doing and I didn’t want him to stop. He rubbed my aching clit with his rigid middle finger, circling it clockwise and counterclockwise over and over until I practically begged him not to stop. With a fast pace he massaged the fat outer lips of my pussy. Without notice, I almost came when he plunged his middle and ring finger into my wanting vagina. He worked his fingers like I knew he was going to be working his dick momentarily. With all the sensations swirling around me, my pussy exploded onto his fingers.

He brought his fingers to his lips and licked my juices off of them slowly, seducing me with his eyes as he brought his fingers to my mouth and I licked his fingers clean. “You taste better than I remember.” He said.

Without another thought, I was laying my back against the cool, moist grass. James took my socks and shoes off of my feet. He put my legs in the air and placed my left foot in his mouth. He kissed each toe and licked between each space before he moved on to the next foot and gave it the same treatment. My body was calling for James to plunge his thick 8 inch dick into my wet walls. He answered by spreading my legs wide apart and plunging deep into my moist cavern. I moaned loudly. James was working my pussy into a frenzy and it was driving me wild. He stroked my inner most walls with precision as I rotated my hips under him. My years of bellydancing and durty winding had paid off because James was moaning like crazy. He closed my legs around his dick and placed them over his shoulder and pounded my pussy. I’ve always enjoyed how he jackhammered into me like that. I screamed and moaned and came all over him. I was damn near famished, but I wasn’t going to let up until he reached his climax too.

He turned me on my side and continued to work my body over and over again until he announced that he too was about to come. I told him, “Okay baby, I’m ready for you cuz' I’m cumming too.” And like that, we came simultaneously.

After that night, James and I continued to talk about what direction we wanted our relationship to go. He announced his decision when he surprised me with the proposal of a lifetime that September for my birthday. I must say that when we were apart, we learned the meaning of appreciating true love.