ImPerceptibility

The ride home was long but not too long. If I could spend the rest of my life driving through quite back roads in the middle of night, with nothing but the light of the headlights on the road and MyHusband’s music playing softly in the background, I would never have another complaint. You can’t loose your soul under those circumstances. You do however find some of the little pieces that were lost.

I crawled into bed and the sheets felt cool and they were familiar. The warmth of MyHusbands body was close to me and it felt good to press myself against him. I was tired but my mind turned to other thoughts. He was more tired and almost asleep and I thought for a minute about waking him up but I knew I’d probably end up with hurt feelings. He was very tired. It had been a very long drive.

I lay there on my side with my back to MyHusband and I let my mind wander. My breath became a little faster as I imagined his hand on my shoulder and it moving slowly down my side sliding into the soft spot at my waist and moving back up to my hip. His hands squeezing and pulling me against him. I imagined his breath against the back of my neck and him kissing me over and over until I moaned and turned my head to face him. Our bodies pressed against each other and my mouth finding his shoulder and neck. His hands brushing my hair from my face and gathering it gently, slowly, deliberately, into a bunch at the nape of my neck. Him pulling my head back so he could kiss my neck, under my chin, my breasts and stomach. Over and over until my back arched and my feet pressed hard against the bed and I pull him roughly onto me.

He fills my ears with inappropriate words that are somehow quite appropriate and I move my hands from his shoulder, down his arms, and underneath his hands. Our fingertips touch and I lightly trace his fingers and palm, feeling the roughness of the callouses. He closes his fingers around my hands and they are lost inside of his. His big calloused manly hands. He pull my hands to his lips and kisses each of my fingers and I place his hand on my mouth and kiss his palms as his fingers trace my cheek. I make sure he looking into my eyes and I grin at him. I press my hands against him and push, pretending I wanted him to go away. He grabs them and pins them over my head as I giggle.

I imagine how my breasts bounce and the sound of the bed as it makes that rhythmic sound that anyone who knows would know. Him grabbing my waist and slipping his hands under me. Pulling me hard against him. Demanding and rough making my body do things that we both know it’s wants to do.

Then through my half closed eyes I saw a bright flash outside. It startled me back into myself. Then a few seconds later a loud explosive sound followed by loud rumbly sounds. Then silence. For a second I though the world had come to an end. Then another flash. And the thunder. Then I counted and listened and waited for the storm to pass. A thunder storm in March. I rolled over and snuggled against MyHusband. He thought my heart was racing and my breathing was heavy because I was frightened by the sudden storm. I didn’t have to worry, he would keep me safe. Sometimes, men are so gullible.