Solid Departure.

Yvette is seated in the home of her parents. She is already missing the beloved home of her late parents, the home of childhood memories, of times they were. In this home she had been nurtured and raised by her beloved granny. She thought to herself how comes, she had suddenly and even unaware to herself she had grown out of coming to this home. It was as if she hadn’t been aware all the while, that she now comes to this place less and less each month. As she sat, she fantasizes all the good memories in her mind. She somewhat wished she was still that little girl, whose dreams were to grow up, and find a perfect man as her father. The good old days when her granny sat her beside on the couch, and advised her on finding a perfect man, came fresh to her. Then she wondered, why have she not met such a man yet. Is it that she was too obsessed, that she failed to figure out the right person? Or is she too standardized on her criteria of a perfect man, such that none could come by? Or was she expecting every man to be like her father, such that there was none to meet that standard? Maybe, she may have to bring down the standard she had set, in determining the perfect man. She then thought of the men in her life, first was Ben. Of course Ben had such an enigma that Yvette could not understand. His thoughts had come racing down her mind, at any time. Even times, when she thought Al was going on good with either, Jay or that virtual moniker, Nicordemis, Ben had still been on her mind. She then thought why had she not settled with him. Is he not supposedly the right person, since her mind was attached to him? But then, it dawned on her that Ben was too over protective. He was never feeling secure, and always needed an assurance. But Yvette admits to herself, that Ben is really caring and loved her. She became Less interested in him ever since her psychic advisor, had told her that Ben is not the man destined for her. For the first time in her whole life, Yvette had doubtful thoughts about her psychic advisors. She realized herself Wondering if their soothsaying is hundred percent reliable. If their link to the spiritual realm is at all real. This feelings were toxic and disgusting as Yvette never wants to nurture doubts towards the sacred psychic advisors she had relied upon. She was never the carnal and secular type, but one whose steadfast religious mindset is unshakable. She assured herself that, the predictions of the psychic advisors not matching her personal desires should not be a reason to denounce their potency, or question the genuineness of the spiritual realm. Yvette recalled times she had laid on Ben’s chest, having lovely chi chat. Those were moments that she felt really loved than at any other time. His chest beating in tune with his breath, having Yvette’s head on a kind of gentle seesaw. Her admonition for him on one side, and his protectiveness on the other side, in a play of love. His arm placed round her back , in a gentleman fashion. As if he was trying to console her from some sort of predicament. Indeed those were times she had truly felt protected, by love and interest for her. Not just a list filled man, trying to derive sexual satisfaction from her. Been would gently place his other arm, on her breast, as she lays chest to chest with him. He doesn’t grab her breast in such a lust he driven manner but in a fashion of love, that Yvette barely feels his touch. She herself, being really wet, had always wished that he grabs her boob more firmly. She had on various occasions thought of making him to firmly grip her boobs, and even slid his arm under her shirt, and through her bra. So he gets direct contact with her breasts, and even bring it out and suck. That would have made Yvette really wet, and with that alone she knew she would squirt all over. She had always wished that Ben would up his sexual approaches towards her, and get more hot romance with her. But, no Ben is not that type. He is a very simple and emotional guy who believes in relationship and emotional connection more than sexual fancies. For any person, of course that will provide an assurance that Ben is indeed a perfect man, who loves genuinely and not after her body. This makes a dividing criteria between men who reached love a woman and men who are just intending to satisfy their sexual urges. Yvette, felt that by her reckoning, that was the only shortcoming of Ben. Although, she hopes for a man who is just interested in loving her, she feels that the sexual satisfaction cannot be left out. She knows that real love is more important, but at the same time there should also be hot romance attached. It seems this two features are hard to come by in the same person. Men who love genuinely normally are less interested in romance, while those who are flirts, seem to only be interested in romantic affairs. If a true lover is the one who is not after her body, then how will she find that true lover who at the same time will be a flirt and give her hot bodily experiences. This thoughts made Yvette feel that her choices seem to be contradicting each other. No! She wants a man who truly loves her not her body, but will love her enough to satisfy her fierce sexual desires, simple! If any man falls short on any feature, then he’s simply not the man for her. Therefore, Ben is not meant for her. He takes romance and sex too lightly, Yvette wants more, so perhaps the psychic advisors simply foretold that Ben is not meant for get, because he wouldn’t live up to her sexual fantasies.

She had the thoughts of her psychic advisor race through her mind. He had on the previous night counseled her to let go, for good Who is not meant for her, so that she may find who is meant for her in due time. Jocelyn had told her, in a voice that seems to be echoing from the other end of a steel pipe “ The more you delay letting go of what’s not meant for you, the more you delay arrival of what is”. So Yvette thought all over about Ben, she knew he’s not meant for her. But she had been using him as a source of succor and resort in times of distress. In times of conflict and distress with Jay, she had gone to Ben’s place, and felt relieved by that tranquil and security that surrounds his love for her. She had gently been gripped by him, in his arms all day, and ended up in a soothing sex. Not the sort of sex she fantasizes but, that which is comforting, that makes not her pussy squirt, but her heart relaxed. Ben’s sex was that which did not get her nipples hard, but her emotions relieved, that which did not got her libido lit, but made her feel loved. She had promised Jocelyn to cut off all sorts of connection with Ben, Jay and any other person who’s not meant for her. This action she believes, may be hard to bear, but will soon bring the right person her way. She summoned the insights to do that. She picked up her cell phone and dialed number. He picked at once. Yvette asked if he’s free for her to come over. He agreed, and gladly too. In an hour, Yvette was at Ben’s place.

They sat on the couch, in the balcony and had a chi chat, while drinking apple cider. He had wrapped Yvette under his arms, in that usual gentlemanly manner. His left arm took turns in taking his drink to his mouth, and in caressing Yvette’s boobs. She held her glass in the right hand, and her left arm touched Ben’s genitals at intervals. For some while, they remained in this position without speaking. Yvette sensed Ben’s dick was hard as rock. She wished his sexual approaches were as hard too. She wants to have a last sex with Ben before saying goodbye. She fondled his dick in her hand, and he was already wet. But being the Ben he was, he never acted fiercely. Gently and romantically, he kissed Yvette for long before reaching his hands down to her leggings. With slow and swift pull, he had taken her leggings off. Yvette is already wet. She unbolted his trousers, and exposed his rock hard dick. She gave him a fellatio for some time, while he moaned softly. It was as if none of them realized they were on the balcony. But of course it was safe for them, as Ben’s house was a remote area, and he barely has visitors. In the next few minutes, Yvette was on top riding Ben’s cock at her own pace, in most instances, he rode her. But Yvette wants to have a good last sex with hit, so she resolved to ride him hard to her satisfaction. For over twenty minutes straight, she rode him hard, and he was moaning deeply. Yvette was vibrating all over, as if possessed. They both came, at once, she pulled and licked most of his cum. Her juices fiercely squirted all over.

“Ben I know it’s hard to hear, but we have to do away with each other, trust me you are a great man, but we will both be fine without each other” Yvette said, as Ben was half dressed. He was taken aback, and was not sure if he heard her right.