It was a reality and now only a beautiful haunting memory. I wanted her, always had. In my mind I had been with her repeatedly. It was something about her crassness and weakness that seduced me. For a while it had been enough to lay with her naked in my bed and enhale the scent that rose of the back of her neck. Then it happened. She came over one night and so did he un-expectantly. I can't really remember how it started. Maybe it was the mixture of cold beer, stale cigarettes, and long nights of wanting. But there we were in the living room...kissing, touching, moaning, exploring...yea I got up for a moment to go to the bathroom and I came back to find her riding him on the same couch I had feasted on them both. And I watched with intrigue while playing with myself. It was enchanting watching her ride him,...the sweat, the arch in her spine, his hands gripping the futon mattress. But something came over me and instead of joining them once again I asked what were they doing. I don't know why I did...I wanted them both and had had them. But for a moment I didn't have the control and maybe that was it. I think about it constantly...wanting to go back and retrace the steps that led to an end. He left and we laid on top of each-other naked and drenched in our own wetness. In the morning I had her the way I always wanted.
