Coming back home

Standing on his feet all day and dealing with miserable people who constantly question his judgment. He puts a smile on his face, every time someone’s insulting him or one his co-worker, from the other side of the counter. What else he can do? Money isn’t cheap. Sometimes it comes with insults.

When he is not smiling, he is always tired, sad, and burning from the inside. Waiting for his shift to end, when he can go back riding subways to home. For most days, he doesn’t think much, only that, if he could end his misery. Only if he could find his drive. Rarely when he gets a seat on the last train to home, he lets his mind replay the series of events that happen during the day. Mostly, they consist of different kinds of insults or some new insult he heard that day.

In those moments of replays, he tries to find moments of success, when a customer is genuine and shows any type of kindness. Those rare moments, makes him smile again when his head is laid back to the window. This time, he too genuinely smiles.

On reaching home, he needs no keys. The door is always unlocked. He does not ring the bell. He pushes it open and drops his thing on the small counter table that has a bent in between due to his ever heavy trimmed twill briefcase. An expensive gift from his employer, last year on Christmas. He wished he would receive a gift but not in the form of a rugged twill briefcase that is only useful to carry work papers. He needed a gift but in the form of money. So that he could buy something expensive for her. God, it has been more than 2 years since he bought herself something good, something expensive, something she wanted. The mortgage on their 2-bedroom house was feeding not only on his bank account but both of their desires.

As soon as he enters the living room, she turns her face and their eyes meet. She has been understanding since day one. Since the day, she first took him gently by the hand. She first embraces him and put her head on his shoulder. The first day since she touched his spine with a light gush of hand that every tired part of his body revives to its own consciousness. To feel this, he comes straight back home every night when his shift ends. Only this kind of spark in his body could make him forget about all the abuse and humiliation he has to go through all day. Only this touch and of course what comes after it.

She knows about the way he feels on the slightest of her touch. Every day she feels his eyes sparkle and spine erect as soon as she embraces him. She knows what her slightest touch can do. She knows if she constantly embraces him and his body, he would forget about the tiredness and sadness within.

She guides him by the hand to their room where she unbuckles his belt and let the pants fall on the floor. She unbuttons his shirt with marks of sweat in the chest and the armpits. She lets them fall down once more.

She reaches to the boxers and finds it. Biting her lower lip, and not her eyes not leaving any sigh to of his eyes, she takes the lifeless form in the hand, as she always does.

After stroking for a few minutes to bring it back to life, she takes her clothes off. Generally, she is wearing his old shirts and her old underwear at this time of the day and nothing else. She sits at the edge of the bed and guides him to kneel down such that he can sniff out the sadness from his own mind. She lets her head fall back after his tongue has found the way between her thighs and lets him take the charge. This is his favorite place to be, all day.

After this little encouraging moment, they both lie down on their secondhand mattress. The mattress they have had for five years and some months. It invites both of them, wet and warm, like the two lost offsprings when comes back home after the adventure and in much need of any comfort.

Her mouth soon finds the way to bring it back to life once again. She moves around the tip of the newborn, a little bit in her mouth only to feel the previously lifeless form, is now ravishing with life.

Soon their bodies entwine with one another, the newborn being able to find the way on its own. She moves him slowly, more like a dance in his lap. He constantly opens his eyes only to see her dancing again. Then, a feeling of abundance starts to emerge inside him. The same feeling when he walks through the door of that store every morning but this time, it is stronger. He knows this feeling. He is familiar with it since the day he first found how to bring life in the lifeless form. He has the same feeling every time he knows things are going to end. Sometimes he also realizes that this type of feeling has never occurred between him and any other woman rather than her. This is why he always feel thankful event after it was over.

He is ready to unleash now. He reaches up and holds her elevated nobilities only to find them perfectly erect in the palm of his hand, another sensation that is unique to him and the one he can never forget. She dances quicker now, realizing its time, and sooner than later it will be over. This time she holds him tighter wrapping her arms around him, trying to hold something precious. This time, she continues to dance, until it’s all over.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/i01sd6/coming_back_home