You have read that correctly. I’m moving. Not my blog, hosts or web address, but my entire life to a new palace deep in the urban jungle of _________. (Think I’d tell?) Meanwhile, I’m out of pocket for a while, so don’t expect much communication from me while I balance a demanding work and home life.

Pray for my patience to hold.

I’ve not always been in the shape I am today, college and my early twenties were spent with too much padding all around. See my pizza preference if you have a question as to why and throw in a side of hot wings to boot. These days however, I’m down to about 12% body fat, a goal that I have to work at daily to keep in place. I don’t spend every day at the gym and I don’t measure every part of me with tape if you are wondering, but I do remain aware of what my intake vs burn is.

For any of you that wonder what it is I listen to while I’m on the elliptical crosstrainer - here you go. It varies by day, but for today, as I’m about to head to the gym, this is the current selection.

Give it to me - Timbaland Fea. J.Timberlake and Nelly Furtado
Release - Timbaland Fea. J. Timberlake
One and Only - Timbaland Fea. Fall out Boy
Let’s Go - Trick Daddy
Rakata - Boricua Boys
Oye Mi Canto - Big Mato, Daddy Yankee
Somebody Told Me - The Killers
Wait a Minute - PCD
Don’t Call me Baby - Madison Avenue
Yeah - Usher
Rebel Yell - Billy Idol
You know my Name - Chris Cornell
You can do it - Ice Cube
Soul Survivor - Akon and Young Jeezy
Hit Me Up - Gia Farrell
Remember the Name - Fort Minor
Welcome to the Jungle - Guns N Roses
Smile - Lily Allen
Move Along - All American Rejects
Buttons - PCD
La Tortura - Shakira

If you aren’t bilingual, and lyrics are more important to you than the beat, overlook the ones with the titles you don’t understand. This list will get me through the evening.

Go out and sweat. You’ll be glad you did.

‘What the…’ It’s said with shock, those words, squeaked out of her mouth before her eyes registered the face belonging to her captor. I jerked her closer to me and shut the door, leaving us in blackness inside a closet, a niche where coats and the wall meet. ‘Bastard,’ the word is whispered, ‘you scared me!’

My fingers are on her dress, pulling it upward, thanking God it wasn’t one of her skin tight skirts. ‘That was the point.’ I kiss her, my lips trail to her neck. ‘You smell like outside.’ She says. I feel her fingers slide under the jacket I’m wearing, curl into the fabric of my shirt and the jerky movements of it as she pulls it from my pants.

‘Just got in. Came right over.’

‘We can’t do this here, not now.’ She says this while tilting her head to allow me better access, while diving her hands underneath my shirt that she has successfully undone. My fingers trace the lacy edge of her panties while my thumb presses the silk into her sex.

‘Can’t?’ I growl softly in her ear.

She melts into the wall further, her voice coming in a soft pant. ‘Shouldn’t.’

‘Feel me.’ I drag one of her hands down and press it against my erection. ‘Can. Should.’

She groans. My fingers slide under the barrier of her panties and part the folds of her sex. One of her legs props on some box or whatever it is these people keep on the floors of their closets. I slide my middle finger into her. My mouth covers one of her nipples through her dress. Her fingers wrap around me, pump. ‘You’re wet. So fucking wet.’

I slide another finger to join the first. ‘And mine.’

‘Yes, yours.’ Her voice is urgent, impatient. Her hands drop from me for a second, pulls the belt open and my zipper down. I pull my fingers from her as she sinks down in front of me. I lick my fingers as her mouth surrounds my cock and I groan along with her. I feel her fingers on my balls, I push my hips forward, my cock further into her mouth.

‘N?’ The voice is muffled. We both pause. There is soft conversation on the other side of the door, muffled movements. Her tongue runs along the length of me, the wet noise of oral sex sounds amplified, like a tracking beckon for her searchers. My hand buries into her hair and I push into her mouth, my other hand pulling away the tails of my shirt so I can see with my night eyes, the image of her. It’s just as erotic as the sensation itself. I can feel the weight of coats pressed against my back.

Moments later, I pull her up and kiss her, jerking her panties to one side so that my cock can nudge its way inside her. I sink in easily to the snug, hot, wet folds of her. Her legs and arms wrap around me as we stand there, trying to fulfill the primal needs of our bodies and remain undiscovered. Her head is in my neck, my shoulder, my hands on her ass, keeping the short, jerky rhythm. She’s rolling her body against mine, her breath coming faster, hotly on my neck. I can feel the cool kiss of air on the wet skin of my balls. My cock twitches, the movements are faster. There are sticky wet sounds of sex as our bodies brush against one another in the pitch.

My shoulders shake. My teeth grit together.

‘Fuck.’ She whispers. ‘Yes. Fuck.’

A breathless laugh comes out of me. ‘I’m going to come inside you.’

‘I want you too.’

She digs her heels into my ass and pushes against me, fighting her way to the peak instead of letting it come to her. Urgency is present just as much as the need to see it finished, have the release. I exhale sharply as she sinks down on me. ‘N…’ I croak out, ‘I’m not going to last.’

She gasps and then shudders against me. I feel the grip of her muscles, the slight flutter, the heat. ‘Go.’ The word is said in a gasp.

My fingers curl into her ass until they hurt from my grip. I pull her against me until I can go no further. She kisses my ear. ‘I love you, D.’

The word that was about to leave my mouth is broken off as I come, the sound stolen from my throat by the exhale of air that screams out of my lungs. My grip lessens somewhat and then tightens again as I flood into her, my body jerking. The incredible heat of it draws a shudder from me as another bolt of pleasure follows the flood of my seed into her.

Minutes later, we are somewhat composed. I fasten my belt back. She smooths her hair. I open the closet and look out into the empty bedroom and then usher her out.

‘I’ll see you back at the house.’ I say, leaning down to look into the mirror.

‘You aren’t coming with me?’ She says it in a fervent whisper.

‘I don’t want to see my mother today.’ I reach over and fix one of her earrings that has gone askew. ‘Besides, you and me coming downstairs would look suspicious. They might think we were fucking in the closet.’

Her mouth was open, I reached over to close it and leaned into her, reaching under her dress to press my fingers against the wet stretch of lace that covered her sex. I traced my fingers over the wet material. ‘Wouldn’t want that, would we?’

‘Bastard.’

So I’ve been convinced to upgrade my gym choice - driven by a new club built (somewhat) close to home and the urging of my best friend (J). It is the usual sort of place you expect - high ceilings and every feature possible, pools, saunas, etc. Very new, very bright and very filled with people who spent a lot of time on their bodies. Just what I need, fuel. I can feel the urge to go back to a backbreaking workout schedule.

N doesn’t join me here, preferring her solitary jog, or perhaps, the lack of eyes following her around the room like she is carrion and they the vultures. I think she’s likely caused her share of car accidents however the other way, but there is always a trade off somewhere.

I stood by and dutifully had my picture taken, waiting patiently while they adjusted the camera to the very top of its limits. The girl at the counter was named Candi - and yes, she signed her name on the document with a little heart over the i. She wasn’t out of her college years and hadn’t yet moved beyond the giggling stage. J leaned in and made a too loud comment designed for her to hear. It’s basic points : Blondes, stupidity and hot bodies. I didn’t laugh. Candi (with a heart) wagged her finger at us as she walked off, her pony tail swinging with each step as if she were saturated with perkiness. I caught the backwards look and coy smile. It wasn’t directed at me. I suspected J was going to be the highlight of her fantasy that night.

‘Isn’t she your type?’ I asked him. ‘You know, dingy.’

He gave me the usual fuck off look, but responded anyway, ‘I detected a modicum of intelligence.’

‘When?’

‘She chose me over you.’

Then I laughed.