“There’s only two types of guys out there, ones who can hang with me and ones that are scared.” – Circus. Brittney Spears

Barring something like life getting in the way today is the day.

What day you ask?

The day.

I am pretty good at managing expectations. When you’ve done things as long and well as I have done them you understand the rarity of first time excellence.  There are just too many variables to make that initial time exceptional. The best lover of my life and I had a mediocre first time. From the turquoise g-string to the oral mishaps there was nothing there that said, let’s do this again except our mutual understanding that there was potential to improve.

Today is the day we decide if this is potential for excellence or disaster.

Both are possible.

I know what I want.

Aggression.

Passion.

Authority.

Tears.

Orgasms.

There is no particular order to those things but they need to be there. In abundance, without dragging them out kicking and screaming. Chemistry.

So….a little disclosure.

You earned this opportunity.

Yep.

In all actuality it wasn’t “supposed” to be you. Nope. I had plans and you were not in them.

I walked out the door that morning with the specific and explicit understanding that at some point in the evening I would have sex. Seriously. Every once in a while I will do that, and it usually ends well. I’d gotten it into my head that I wanted it that night and it was important to make that happen. WhenI left that morning there was no specific person, rather just a specific goal.

When I got to the event, it was clear who my victim = volunteer would be. It wasn’t you.

Sure others say they ‘worked’ that angle all night long, but shit….I’m OJ. I knew without hesitation that I was gonna swoop in and alter all that.  I did. I exerted my will and before either of them knew what was happening we were on my home turf. It wasn’t personal, it was about meeting my needs, and I will usually end up at the top of the hill unless there is pressing reason I should not. That night no such reason existed.

A funny thing happened between my arrival at the event and my second arrival at my apartment. There was you.

I spotted you immediately that night. In truth it was that ridiculous hat in that 400 degree room, but there was also something else.

What? ??? There was you though.

Every time I closed in to introduce myself I was intercepted though. An old friend, a song that needed my presence, an ass that needed to be spanked. You were still there though, and I tried to work my way back to you….just never happened …..until it did.

Let’s be transparent.  I caught your eye as well. I have no idea what your intentions were….but you saw me. You couldn’t help but to see me because on that night I wanted to be seen.

When the party picked up to travel I suspected our opportunity was gone, I didn’t know as the lights came on it was only just beginning.

I was unaware that opportunity would knock. Usually I have to open the door and ask him to come in, not that night though.

Still……it wasn’t supposed to be you.

I’d left my impression, you’d seek me out again. It was okay if on that night you exited. I had other plans anyhow. There you were however, there you were.

In a series of fortunate events, you shifted my vizion.  I absorbed your energy and I liked how it tasted. I also like how you tasted. Something else happened, I decided to abandon my plans. The why behind that is complex, but it happened. Despite my intentions present and presumably ready, I’d lost the required desire to move forward. I could have, I had the energy, I had the need. I chose not to. His ego will recover, maybe.

It wasn’t supposed to be you….until it was.

And now here we are, two titans prepping for battle. Oh? You don’t see it that way? You should. There ain’t shit about what’s about to go down that isn’t about testing both of our wills and seeing what shall eventually become. You’ve shared what you want. Okay. It’s not that simple though. You have inspired …..something. That something isn’t surrender though. Surrender is not what this is….unless you make it that way. Mr. Wolf, you are going to have to take what you want today. I am not going to concede easily. There is a list of people who can tell you what it is like when I chooses to resist. In fairness to you though, I’m not full out defiant….in this moment.

I am not however ready to yield. You need to earn that. You’re gonna work hard for that. Even that yield though is gonna be unlike anything else you’ve seen. Make no mistake….you’ve never met anyone like me.

Make no mistake….it wasn’t supposed to be you, but it IS you. That being said, do what has to be done so it remains you.

 

Aphrodite Brown