Purple Prosaic
This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
Jake © 2005 by Alessia Brio
Cover art © 2009 by Alessia Brio
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"Hurry up," Chloe urged under her breath. She willed the dark mouth of the lazily spinning baggage carousel to begin spewing her flight's luggage. C'mon! Half an hour had already passed since she disembarked flight 243, non-stop service from Denver to Charleston. Plenty of time! Patience was not her strong suit to begin with, but today the wait was unbearable.
Today was Valentine's Day—and today, of all days, she needed Jake. Her Jake! Since he came into her life last Christmas, not even two full months ago, she'd come to rely on him. He was amazingly dependable in addition to being the best lover she'd ever known—and she'd known quite a few. Chloe felt the flush creep up her neck and onto her cheeks. She couldn't get home fast enough.
Jake would be missing her, too! He'd been home alone for two whole days. Leaving a lover home alone was not typically a major concern, but Chloe was worried about him. He hadn't been well when they parted. In fact, she'd seriously considered bringing him along in order to keep an eye on him. At the last minute, however, she decided she was obsessing. He'd be just fine. He merely needed a good rest.
Their sex in the week leading up to her trip had been rigorous, to say the least. She'd admittedly been stocking up on him—knowing that they'd be apart for two whole days. That was about thirty-six hours longer than they'd been apart since their very fortuitous meeting. Chloe smiled as she recalled the night prior to her departure. They were at it for hours! Just when she didn't think she could come any more, Jake would again bring her off. Four times. Five! It was simply unprecedented. At times, Chloe felt she was the luckiest woman on the planet.
He was one of those total givers—wanting absolutely nothing for himself in return. She sucked him from time to time, after he'd been inside her, and he didn't object—but he really didn't need it. Chloe enjoyed the taste, though, and anything Chloe enjoyed was just fine with Jake. He never complained, even when she screamed another's name in ecstasy.
However, she'd grown concerned that night when he suddenly stopped moving. She shook him—very gently—and he murmured a bit but did not fully rouse. They'd had one hell of a good time, and he was probably just worn out. Since he was resting comfortably between her legs, Chloe saw no reason to move him. She simply blew out the candle on the night stand and drifted off to sleep herself.
In the morning, she again tried to wake him. He purred softly and went right back to sleep, seemingly content. Chloe shrugged and moved him as gently as she could, leaving him resting comfortably in bed—right on the wet spot, which was where he commonly slept. She packed quietly, ate a light breakfast, checked her e-mail, and kissing him softly on the head, left for the airport. With every step, the ache in her thighs reminded her of Jake's wonderful attentions.
"Sleep well, dearest. I'll be back before you know it!" She spoke aloud, although Jake was unable to hear her. Sexual exhaustion, pure and simple—at least Chloe prayed that's all it was.
The first bags finally came tumbling from the carousel's maw. As the other passengers collected theirs, she cursed herself for checking the little suitcase when she could've carried it on. Where was it? Damn! That's all she needed: lost luggage! One by one, the bags were claimed until she was the only person left waiting. The click of the carousel's overlapping scales became monstrously loud. Chloe's heart was threatening to pound its way out of her body.
Thoughts of Jake—alone, waiting patiently—danced through her mind. Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! A lone bead of sweat trickled down the back of her neck and was quickly absorbed by the collar of her coat. The anticipation was more than she could handle. Jake would take her—immediately. No words. No tenderness. Just raw need carrying them away to dizzying heights. She knew it, and it was dampening the crotch of her panties. Wrapped up in her reverie, she nearly missed her suitcase as it made its first loop. Finally!
Chloe grabbed the bag and sprinted—literally—toward long term parking, nearly knocking an old man down. "Excuse me!" she called over her shoulder, not even pausing. I'm coming, Jake!
The parking attendant took forever—well, perhaps all of thirty seconds—to calculate her fee, and twice forever in an attempt to figure her change. "Oh, just keep it!" she shouted as she peeled out, leaving the startled young man with a huge tip. Chloe zipped onto the freeway, completely ignoring the speed limit. Soon, lover! I'll be there soon!
Breathe! she told herself. Slow down and breathe! She didn't want a speeding ticket delaying their reunion, after all. Limiting herself to nine miles over the speed limit, she covered the distance in a little under fifteen minutes. The gas gauge was on "E" as she pulled into her driveway. Leaving everything but her keys in the car, she dashed into the house.
"Jake? Darling?"
Chloe found him in bed, right where she'd left him. It didn't appear as if he'd moved.
"Wake up, lover! I have something for you!"
She dug into her coat pocket and unwrapped the small package, holding it out to Jake. "Take two of these, and then we'll get blissfully reacquainted."
Jake didn't move.
"Playing hard to get, are you?" Chloe teased. "Fine. I'll do it myself."
With trembling hands and sweaty palms, Chloe removed the dead batteries and inserted the two AA replacements into Jake's compartment. "Honey," she grinned. "I'm home!"
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Jake was nominated for Literotica®com's Best Toys & Masturbation story of 2005.
1Take one part Appalachian redneck, one part wet dream, and one part filthy-minded wordsmith. Mix well and serve with chocolate-covered cherries. There you have the one and only Alessia Brio.
Alessia writes all colors and flavors of erotica, from heterosexual to ménage to same sex, and from twisted to humorous to deeply touching. (Sometimes, usually by accident, it even qualifies as romance.)
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