As an undergraduate student I took creative writing courses. I remember how I would always push the envelope in class with my essays because I wanted them to be fun and exciting. Here is one of those essays which I called, “The Climax”

…It is a bright, sunny, Florida day and I woke up with this yearning that needs to be satisfied. I think to myself that I should just stay home and catch up on my schoolwork, but instead I decide to be naughty, so I add satisfying this urge to my agenda today.

I giggle to myself like a schoolgirl who just rode her first pony on a bumpy road and I jump into the shower so I will be clean and fresh. I do not care what I wear because clothes to do not make a difference where I am going. I throw on my jeans with no Calvin Klein boxer briefs underneath and a simple blue t-shirt. I can feel butterflies in my stomach almost like I am nervous, but I have done this so many times before. I step into my black flip-flops, jump into my red Saturn, and head there.

The day is beautiful. The sun is shiny and the sky is the brightest blue I have seen in days. There is a nice breeze with a slight chill in it. I drive with the windows down and just can’t want to get there. I think about how much I want this, how much I need this, and how it will finally release all of this built up tension inside me.

I quickly park my car in the back and walk towards the front door. I start to shake a little, from the excitement that is building inside of me. As I grab the door handle, I realize my hands are a little sweaty from the built up of my nervous energy. I open the door and I am not surprised to see that it is unlocked.

I walk in and the cool air causes goose bumps to spread from the nape of my neck to the small curve in my lower back. I smell the fresh aroma that I have gotten to know, oh so well. There he stands, like he has been waiting for me to come. He lights up and smiles once he sees my face. He says in his sexy, raspy voice, ” Wow, haven’t seen you in a while.” I smile shyly and say, “I’m glad to see I was missed.” We both share a small laugh and he says, ” I know what you are here for. Let me clean up. Why don’t you go sit out on the patio? It is a nice day today.” I smile and can feel a rush of excitement flow through my body. He turns around and starts to wash his large, masculine hands, underneath the stream of water. Then he looks up at me with his baby blue eyes and motions for me to head to the patio. I nod and head towards the patio door.

I have never been out on the patio before, but I find my way there. As I look around this patio, I cannot believe I am actually going to do it here. I have often fantasized about this, but never thought that I would pop my cherry and actually do it.

I sit down on the black rod iron chair and wait. My craving is rising, my body is starting to throb, in time with my heartbeat, and my jeans are starting to feel tight against my skin. I start shaking my foot, to ease the anticipation. I am flushed with desire and the soft fall breeze is sending waves of excitement up and down my body. I am sitting on the edge of my chair now, waiting for some relief from this intense thirst. What is taking him so long?

Finally my anticipation is ended when I hear the glass door open and he struts out. I smile and now I am tingling in places I have never tingled in before. I slowly open my legs and lean back in preparation. I quiver as he reaches my chair, then he leans down and reveals it right in front of my face. I stare at it, not remembering how big it was. I wonder for a moment, as he slides it down in front of me, if I will even be able to handle it because it has been such long time.

In an instant, the hunger inside me takes over and I start to devour it. I cannot believe I am doing this on the patio, but I must be satisfied, so I close my eyes and continue. The sensation in my mouth cannot be described. The softness, the sweetness, and the tenderness of it all, sends me to a place where I experience complete satisfaction. This was all from him and I was so grateful for the gift that he had given me.

I knew it wouldn’t last much longer, when I was aware of the wetness on my tongue, but I quickly did my job and finished it. He looks at me with a giant smile on his face. He sighs and says, “You always make my day when I get to see you.” I smile back as I loosen my tight hold on the table. I get up; wipe my still wet lips, and ask him how much I owe this time. He grins and says, “This one is on me. The pleasure was all mine.” I rise up and start to head to my car, when he grabs my arm and asks me when I’ll be back. I answer, ” The next time my mouth is aching to quench my hunger for a climax.”

I give him a little smirk, turn back around, and continue to head for my car. He yells after me, “I see how you are. You like using me.” I lick my bottom lip, tasting just a little of the leftover sweetness he gave to me. I giggle to myself as I throw my empty Cold Stone ice cream bowel into the trashcan and head to my car. What a dish of decadent chocolate ice cream, mixed with bittersweet strawberries, can do for you is amazing.

YOU ARE SO NAUGHTY! What did you think I was writing about?

By now you know that Climax was the name of this ice cream sundae my friend Solange and I had created at Cold Stone Creamery and it was our weekend or after school class treat. This essay was well worth shaking up the class of essays about people’s cats and their beach trips.

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