Small Moments - Sex Stories

Small Moments

Sometimes I don't know how to say things. It's always been a problem of mine, meaning the people who get close to me think that I can see the outsides of things and never the mysterious textures beneath. I can see them, the countless shapes of things inside that spiral and collide with one another and constantly form anew. I can see them and feel the energies they are made from. But the words, once formed, have trouble leaving my mouth. I think we say things in other ways, the unseen things inside us eventually traveling outwards and reaching one another. It's a power we have little understanding of. It’s like it's our deepest primal intuitions gathering to subconsciously send signals; a sliver of echo location our species has yet to master. We know it in blips and stutters far beneath the surfaces that swell and eventually take control. Some are split-seconds too hazy to see. Some are more defined and drawn out. They're what I see when I think of you. There are always flickering moments of you in my head; disconnected flashes and sensations that never assemble in the right order. But they never fail to flood my entire being. I see you near the window at night, cool wind blowing through and swirling your brown hair around like a fluttering silk curtain. I see you turn look at me, eyes vibrant in the dim moon's glow streaming through. I step closer, drawn to the way the wind teases just a hint of your perfume around me to inhale, the way the faintest smile curves your lips. ...

... Such a simple expression that always has power over me. It always sends the same signal, calls out to my body as a beacon to close the distance between us. As I reach out, hand just close enough to graze your shoulder, your smile widens and the rest is for no one else to know. * We were at your friend's house, I remember, for our first date. You joked about how we could be all normal and romantic next time by going to dinner and a film. As we walked in, your arm hooked through mine like I was already yours and you wanted everyone to know it. I liked that you wanted to claim me in front of your friends. I also liked the way you said "next time" like you were already mapping out an "us" in your future. Yeah, I was probably grinning like a fool, but beaming too happily to care who noticed. Inside, the one-story house was full of people I'd never met. Your friends, co-workers, casual acquaintances and some strangers, friends of friends. For someone like me, it was almost overwhelming to be surrounded by so many new people in an unfamiliar place, music playing from the stereo, countless bits of conversations orbiting in every direction. You kept your arm in mine as we got our drinks. Red wine for you, whiskey for me. You gradually introduced me to your closest friends, never going at a pace that would overload me with too many new faces and names to remember at once. As I met each one, engaging in small talk and having several more drinks, I felt even more relaxed. The whiskey ...