"Behind every shallow sexual interaction, there hides a person who does not want to see or be seen at a deeper level."

― Michael Mirdad, An Introduction To Tantra And Sacred Sexuality

"Where do you want me to put it? Where? Do you want it there?" I remember a time I was crazed. I had my eyes closed and the tip of my dick ready to force entry until Lori struck me on the side of my head with her fist to stop. I had never tried again after that. Ever.

Providing Michonne with the codes was my way of telling her that if she ever wants it, here is where she could find me.

I had tried to shut her out of my mind, though, and resist the urge to call her under the guise of comparing my Severance Package offer to what I was never going to accept in hers. The mere thought of her had me repositioning my restless cock.

Most of my evening was spent in the penthouse office, finishing up with what I didn't complete while at Go Stop. I had shut down my computer and began pulling my shirt out of my pants. I removed my cufflinks. I tossed my shirt in a discreet laundry chute, and I placed my phone face down on the granite countertop below the sink bowl. I was headed to the shower when I had noticed Michonne standing in the closet. Her back was to me. I was most curious about her mindset and where I actually stood with her. Her standing in my closet of all places was a close second.

While at Go Stop, I didn't seem to exist. Michonne interacted with everyone else from what I could see. I had also begun to notice any communication that she sent had Shane Walsh and Deanna Monroe Ccd. If I had happened to be excluded from the office email chain, I found out from someone in passing about the great strides Michonne was making in sealing the deal of our pending merger with Savior Insurance or her amazing ability in closing loopholes throughout the organization. She was always mentioned in some form or fashion. Often I had to fight the urge to search her out to see if she was in the vicinity of any of these impromptu conversations.

She turned suddenly to see me standing behind her. There were no words expressed—just action. I waited to see what she wanted. My belt and pants were removed. I thought we were going to kiss but...Watching her slowly drop to her knees…Ohhh, Yeah...I could barely keep my composure with how well she sucked me dry. I could taste and smell the muskiness of my very own core laced on her tongue and breath. I abruptly turned her around. I was determined to eventually prove to her that my dick was more than 'just alright.' I prepped her pussy by completely ravishing her clit, preferring her bent over, ass up. Her whine had me delirious. I left her swollen chocolate lips between her heavenly thighs to go and tongue her recent as of that day waxed asshole. She was reaching around. I stood up under the assumption she wanted to grab my cock. I allowed her to aim where I wasn't against going if she was willing.

What made this time different from the only time I had ever tried with Lori was that I felt something more innately. Preparation, speed, and consideration with an unimaginable amount of carnal lust gave way to a very amazing experience with Michonne. I allowed her movements to control my half thrust. Slow and concentrated. She was so unbelievably tight. Her ass was like a vice grip. I became overly hot and dripping in perspiration. Beads fell from my forehead, the tip of my nose and chin, dropping to join the moisture created from her own skin as we carefully undulated, gathering room, space, and a sense of maddening pleasure. The sight of her dark ass was just as mind-blowing as her full lips over my cock. How could I ever get enough of this fucking woman? She was speeding up. Working me to another fucking explosive release. Four words left my lips.

"You got me coming. Shit..." I sputtered, and then my knees gave out. I felt like I reached nirvana, and I was fucking drained.

You are my sunshine...

Mood killer. My daughter Judith. I love her to death, but ever since her birth, sex between Lori and I has been non-existent. My wife and I haven't had sex in a year. It has been five years since we've had good sex, and Judith is five now. My little girl was having a bad day. She had my full attention as I carried the conversation into the next room, the office closing the door behind me. By the time I got Judith to accept that I wasn't coming back home and that I would see her on Saturday, Michonne was gone.

Sleep arrived moments after my shower. I lay in the nude across the platform bed thinking about how I wanted Michonne's naked body next to mine.