Her Last Laugh

She was his childhood companion. She could not remember exactly when did they meet but for sure he was only a teenager by then. He is a very grown man now. He is near forty to be exact. In fact, he is so much different from before and for a long number of years that the have been together, she knows that he has a very strong attachment to her. Not even his previous flings, girl friends or even his wife can make their connection malfunction. "Oh yes and NOT even his wife who surely despises me!" She grunted this with both pride and a bit of anguish.

She is too glad that he is holding her now. "Oohh what a beautiful life," she muttered. He keeps on touching her, holding her and taking her near his lips every now and then. She feels like she is floating in the clouds working their way to the gates of heaven. It is such a lovely feeling, an ultimate pleasure, something that is to die for. He keeps doing his thing to her and she overly enjoys it.

Now that her life is almost at the 50% level, she thinks for a while amidst the great pleasure that she feels. She would be finished soon, she would be an amber-turned-ash substance very soon and she is very much aware of it. "Who cares about my end? I am a resurrected element and I know I would live again," she thought to herself with so much courage and confidence. She could even hear herself chuckling at that very thought.

She likes him so much and the fact that he is so attached to her: the past her, the present her and the future her, even make her more excited to be with him. He enjoys her company. He stays with her at least twenty times each day and she is so proud of him. This realization caused her to create a soft mirthless laugh.

It is almost over now. She has an even shorter life to live in this instant and she has to feel every pleasure she could get. His wife hates him for being so attached to her. She is happy that she always win him over his wife. She is a winner. He needs her. The wife is nothing. The wife is a loser. She is so happy with this thought and for the last moment, she emitted the light of life. She smiled, as she could hardly make a laugh now, for the last time before he crushed her consumed yet still lighted remains in the ash tray.

Their Lip-to-Lips Encounter

She noticed it’s starting to get dark already. It is spring and they are in Western Europe thus the sun sets later in the night. At eight in the evening the sun is still blazing. Thus, she estimates that it is past eleven with the darkness swallowing the space around them. They are alone. Although he looks ragged and exhausted this time she could sense his satisfaction as he continues to hold her. The closer he takes her to his own lips the more satisfied he gets. She feels the same sensation.

“Why do I feel so special when I’m with him”? She asked herself. The quiet night has made their togetherness even closer. The cool breeze, passing through that terrace where they are in at the third floor of the apartment, can make someone shiver if alone, but not in their case as they have each other.

“Hmmmm… gratifying!” He moaned the moment he parted his lips and meeting hers. It made her whole being proud again. This statement from him proved her value once again. He looks more relaxed now. As she looks at him, she realizes that she missed him so much. It has been weeks or even more than a month since they last met and feel this beautiful moment that they offer to each other. “Oh yes! This feeling is mutual and the pleasure is reciprocal”, she boldly thought.
“Is he even aware how glad I am?” She wondered. Sometimes she resent him for taking her for granted. He sees her lesser these days and this fact makes her feel really ignored. But she is patient enough about this and she perseveres. The pleasure of having him is immeasurable and she is certain that in a way or another, he’d be needing her.

The night is getting colder and it’s almost midnight. She’s lost in her thoughts despite the repeated meetings of their lips. “What makes him busy? Why he sees me less frequent these months? Is it his wife? His kids?” She tried to explore the possibilities but getting an answer to each question is futile. She simply hopes she knows why. She would understand as what she always do to him: understand and persevere and be patient.

It’s past midnight. She’s back to her alert mode as he played her whole being with his warm touches. She likes it so much. She wants to be with him as long as possible. But with this deep sensation, when he touches her in a strange and satisfying manner like this, as what he always does, she knows that it is time for him to go soon. She is both happy and sad at this very moment. Happy that they met again yet she is unhappy to think that in few minutes, their ways would separate again.

He continued stroking her. Then in an unexpected instant, he pulled her lip closer to his. It’s the last shot. She took a glance at his bottle of liquor and it’s empty. She knew very well, time to be apart. A wine glass will not serve him. She is of no use for him anymore, till their next meeting when he has a new bttle of liquor to open and pour. She needs to be washed now and kept.

He’s done with her at least for now. He sipped the last drop of her gratifying, heating alcohol content. Sometimes she regrets being a wine glass as he slammed her on the table after his last sip. She’s alone now and she feels very cold, without him and with her contents all sipped by him.