Erotica: Urges

Part 1

"What do you want to do tonight?" I asked Trent as we walked to the supermarket round the corner from our apartment. It was Friday after work, we'd both finished at our jobs and met up at the Co-op to do some shopping for the evening. This had become a routine by now.

"I don't know. Hm. Maybe get something to eat then put on a movie?"

"Sounds good to me." I watched as my boyfriend marched on proudly, as if his idea was one of a kind. The beauty of simplicity.

Everything about being with Trent was simple. He was a simple man with simple needs. Which is something I found so striking in the beginning. After years of being with fiery men and experiencing rollercoaster relationships, simple was a breath of fresh air. He was also one of the most attractive men I had ever been with so that was an extra sprinkle of bonus.

When we met I was in pretty bad shape emotionally. I'd broken up with -my then- love of my life and done a complete 180 in my choices. My lifestyle, my choice of friends, my job... It was good for me but I was definitely feeling lonely. And then came Trent. He was standing tall at just over 6 foot, golden blond hair and blue eyes. He had what most people would call a baby face with a light goatee framing his plump pink lips. I was sure he had been a model but he was, like I said, a simple man. He worked with his father at the local bike shop mainly as the cashier and had never really thought about a dream career.

I think once you go through hell and back in this place called life, a simple person could be your salvage. And that's what Trent was to me. Feelings were matched and 2 years later, we live together and are pretty content.

"Can you grab that bottle of coke and I'll go get the pizzas." He walked off as I nodded, turning  on his heel as he moved towards the frozen foods aisle.

My head was still settling down from the week's fiasco at work. Working as the office manager (which is basically a fancier name for a receptionist in my opinion), there is always a shit load of work to handle. Working at a typical corporate job is also always sucky, but money is money am I right? I work at a marketing company and thankfully that's nothing to do with what I do. Being the office manager means you basically make sure everything runs smoothly both on the day-to-day side of it, and in regards ti future meeting and events. I plan all the staff meetings and make sure the fridges on all floors are stocked, everyone has the things they need and even aid in some admin work if necessary. Literally getting a headache just thinking about all the things that still need doing. But that's next week me's problem.

I shake my head in a way to get back on track, I grab the bottle of coke and walk towards the cashier. Trent follows behind me soon after, we pay and then head on home.

"I was thinking if you wanted to watch that new movie on Netflix with Robert Di Nero?"

"Oh yeah, the one we saw the trailer for the other day?" Trent replies.

"Yup!" I drag out the u and smile as we reach the doorstep of our 2 bedroom apartment. We live quite close to the city, about a 5 minute train ride  which is super convenient when we want to go out.

As we enter our home, I feel the weight finally leave my shoulders as the walls shield me from the outside buzz. You know that feeling when you let your hair down after being in a tight bun all day? Okay that, but all over my body.

Trent and I went around the apartment, fixing what needed to be fixed. Oven on, pizzas removed from the packaging, coke in the fridge and snacks in the cupboard. I walked to the bedroom and changed into a pair of comfy pyjama bottoms and a baggy T. Heavenly. I sort of zombied my way to the toilet to remove my make up and wash my face from the days grind. I thought to myself 'If I keep my eyes closed any longer I'll fall asleep standing.' I went to sit down on the sofa and got the movie ready before pressing play.

"Think I'm gonna have a smoke before we start."

"You do that babe, I'll get the pizzas going."

I grabbed my coat since it was still early spring and round here it can stay around 2-3 degrees until the beginning of may. Now before we get all manic I am fully aware that cigarettes aren't for everyone and it definitely shouldn't be. But after days like these, a cigarette just sits great. It sits fucking fantastically if I'm gonna be blatantly honest.

Normally I only have a cigarette after sex, but me and Trent haven't really been active lately. I've heard that it can be quite normal in relationships. Or at least "healthy" ones. I don't know. I read it somewhere. It said that once the honeymoon phase is over sex isn't really a big deal anymore. Which is very unusual to me.

All my life I've been kind of addicted to masturbation, sex and orgasms. Lust and horniness is something I thought everyone was feeling, of course some more often than most. I also thought that sex was important. Which I still do. I want to be able to have mad-at-you sex, make-up sex, you-teased-me-too-much sex, car sex, hotel sex. Those have been some top hits personally. Not just for the fact of it feeling great, but also in my experience it's those moments when you really are vulnerable with your partner. When it's pure emotion and instinct. Two becoming one in a beautiful act.

I took one long, deep inhale of my cigarette before I released the smoke into the air.

I closed my eyes. My mind started thinking about the last time I had really good sex.

And my thoughts went straight to him...