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The haunted elevator

13 Dec

So once again I’m out of work.  Let’s not go into the details because they are ridiculous.  The only reason I mention it is because, now that I’m at home during the day, I’ve been kinda restless, stuff happens in my head, and I need to write  it as a form of exorcism:

Dear Pilot Guy,

Today I was doing some housecleaning.  The thought of you crossed my mind two or three times.  It wasn’t until I got to my balcony that I was really hit by a memory of you.  I found a cigarette butt.  Your cigarette butt.  I was transported to those oh-so-happy days when I had you here.  I saw you sitting out there, cigarette in hand, watching the news.  You looked up from your iPad when I came to the door.  You smiled, that crooked smile that I’m sure no one craves more than me.

I guess that memory, along with the others, will start to fade soon.  I don’t want them to, though.  I want to keep the memory of you looking at me when I woke up next to you on my bed.  Your arm reaching out to me and pulling me closer so we could spoon for a little while.  If I have to be honest, I want most of all to keep the memory of your body pressed against mine, of us having sex, of you moaning in pleasure, of our bodies spent after so much desire.

Then I think of you.  I wonder if you review your memories of me.  I’m sure you do.  There’s a particular one that I really hope torments you daily.  There’s a certain elevator where we shared our first crazy, passionate kiss.  It’s there, at the airport where you land every day.  The one you take off from every day too.  I imagine you, in your pilot’s uniform, the mandatory sunglasses, coming out of your gate.  I imagine that you walk around the airport thinking of whatever thing it is you think.

Absentmindedly, you walk up to the elevator, push the button and wait.  The doors open.  You look in.  Start to walk towards it, but a flash stops you dead in your tracks.  You see us inside.  Me against the wall.  You pushing me in.  Kissing with desperation.  You see me pushing you  away to the opposite wall.  Here your imagination takes over.  I walk towards you on the other side of the elevator.  I kiss you again.  You try to put your hands around me to pull me in, but I take hold of your hands and push them away.  I start playing with your belt, and you get alarmed.  After all, this is just a two story building.  Someone is bound to come in the elevator any moment now.

I don’t care.  That actually makes it more exciting.  You smile, loving how I can be such a naughty girl wrapped in these very respectable looking skin tight white jeans and flirty navy blue shirt.  My hand starts making its way down your pants and you just let go.  I own you now.

People push past you.  They wake you up from your reverie, looking at you as if they thought you were scared of going in the elevator.  You shake the image from your head.  Once again, you decide not to go in.  Maybe some day the memory will fade, the fantasies will subside, and you will ride the elevator again.

You turn around and decide to get a coffee and wait your time out until your next flight.  You walk into the coffee shop.  Can’t help but look at the table where we sat and shared a chocolate chip cookie.  You see me licking the melted chocolate off your fingers.  You reach in for my mouth and lick the chocolate from my lips.  We kiss as passionately as our first kiss back in the elevator.

An airport for everybody, a “funhouse” for you.


Will not go down without a fight!

29 Nov

I can recognize the absurdity of this, but bear with me.

I’ve been giving this a lot of thought, because that is what people say when they are thinking about doing something for way too long without actually doing it.  I’ve been thinking about creating a separate blog to share with you guys the erotic story I started writing with Pilot Guy.  My purpose?  I want to make sense of what happened.  I want the world to read the story and to comment about it.  I want you guys to put in your own two cents.  I want to expose the connection that we made, and if in the process he finds out about it, I hope that he will see it too.

I still want this guy, hence the absurdity of it all.  What happened with Pilot Guy is still doing things to my heart, and it’s only fair that  he hears about it.  In my fantasy, he finds out about the blog, and decides to talk to me.  The result of that, I don’t want to imagine.  I am aware of my use of the word “fantasy.”  I know this is a long shot, but I won’t let it go just yet, cause this is a story worth continuing.

All I need from you guys is that you visit my new blog, read it, and comment.  Share the story with others and help me get as many people reading as possible.  However, the contents of that blog are pretty graphic and sexually explicit.  If you have any qualms about reading an intimate erotic exchange, do not visit the new blog. (I’m talking to you, my only friend who knows my identity and follows this blog.)

So, without further ado, I present to you:  Mercedes and Jack

Because being with him was like nothing I ever felt before.

What kayaking has taught me about being my daughter’s mother

25 Jul

My daughter C and I are still on vacation mode, so we took some time to visit the eastern side of the island this past weekend.  I’ve always wanted to do something really different with her, something that she has never shared with anybody ever, so I took her to a twilight kayaking tour of the bio-luminescent bay in Fajardo.

Oh, what an experience!  It took everything I had in me to not throw myself overboard (does a kayak have a board you can go over?).  I even thought of throwing her over, but I have  invested so much in her it seemed a waste.

The kayaking tour begins with a polite young man explaining the basics of kayaking and the instructions for the whole trip.  To all of this, C paid no attention at all.  She was anxious because she was kind of dreading the experience.  You see, C and I are very much alike in that we are very stubborn women.  She knew I would try to give her instructions, and she knew that there would be friction between us.

Sure enough, I found myself screaming instructions at her in the middle of the beach and paddling against her to get where we needed to go.  We had to go out to the beach and then follow the group to a channel in a mangrove that would take us to the Laguna Grande bay.  We were the last of the group to go into the channel.  By this time, I was already tired and feeling cramps in my hands and arms from all the paddling, but C would not listen or even look at me for instructions.  I was unnerved.

All of a sudden something happened.  There, in the red mangrove’s channel, bumping into tree limbs and being eaten alive by mosquitoes, C realized how to “drive” the kayak and I learned to shut my mouth and trust her.  I noticed how my 11 year old baby took control of the situation, calmed herself down and made me quiet myself.  She knew what to do, and I had been the freak she expected me to be.

I was so tired that I let myself go and followed her lead.  I even remembered that the purpose of the trip was for us to enjoy a new experience together.  As all of this was going through my mind, the evening light dissipated in front of our eyes and the most beautiful view opened up in front of us.  She had gotten us through the channel and into the most beautiful and quiet bay surrounded by our island’s magnificence on all sides.

The sky was so clear, you could sit and count the stars!  The view all around us made me so proud to call this island my home.  Then, to top it all off, we got to see the bio-luminescent microorganisms.  It sounds very scientific, but in fact it is magical.  We put our hands in the water and the movement “activated” the microorganisms which caused them to glow.  We “oohed” and “ahhed” so much, but we didn’t get tired of it.  It is a shame that it didn’t come out well in pictures.  It is something you’d have to see, like a bucket list item.

I am so glad I had this whole experience with C, the good, the bad, and the ugly.  I realized I can be a tad overbearing.  I realized that I don’t always apply what I teach at my job:  let the kids find their own way.  They will get there even if it’s not through the path that you are drawing for them.  Let yourself be amazed by your child.

I am also glad that the polite tour guide noticed how exhausted I was and decided to tie our kayak to his and tow us out of the bay, all through the channel, and back to the shore.  After all the learning I did, I could not paddle a kayak to save my life!

After an eventful kayaking adventure, we got to relax at the pool the next day.

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