Intimate Moments During a Wild Thunderstorm
Please be patient as I try and explain my special lovemaking fantasy.
Sexual attraction is primal, right?
So too is a storm.
Both activate something deep within — at least it does for me.
When they meet, it’s far more than my body can stand.
Although the opportunities to feed my kink are infrequent, I love doing it during a storm. There’s something powerful and aggressive about nature’s wild side that stirs my inner animal. It makes the sex that much better.
Don’t misunderstand me, I’m not an aggressive lover. That’s not me. I know that’s what the storm represents but it’s still not my thing. Euphoria can be obtained without violence.
Similarly, I don’t reach out and choke my lovers during coitus. I’m more of a meat and potatoes lover. I don’t bite, slap, whip or choke… but making passionate love under a tropical thunderstorm is my fantasy. I like how it makes me feel.
It activates me.
I feel something more.
It’s HIM.
HE comes from another place. HE feels things in ways I don’t.
There is another layer of sexuality hidden beyond my civilized one.
That first crack of lightning is enough to make HIM stir.
First, it makes the hairs on the back of my neck prickle. The sensations then penetrate deep beyond my upper sensibilities. I’m like a wild beast with a veracious new energy when the storm rages!
But I’m not a choker! Definitely not! Remember that when I tell you the next part of my story. It’s important to keep it in mind. I don’t choke.
Here I go.
Now take a deep breath, Mitchell. Make sure you get this right.
Last night, I held Nina down. That part is in no way extraordinary. Our sexual synergy took us outdoors. It was her idea, not mine. She never knew about my obsession with the storm. She wanted an outdoor experience.
“Let’s try something different,” she said.
I was on top, so of course I held her that way. It was missionary sex. Simple. Meat and potato love but this time it was in the privacy of her backyard.
Her knees were pointed towards the night sky, and I was facing her, enjoying the moment, as anyone should.
No one was being hurt.
It was perfect.
Nice.
Things were orderly.
But that small storm cell developed in the south and then covered the stars above us. It came out of nowhere and it moved fast.
A flash of light, a crack of thunder, and then a deep rumble shook the ground. None of it was forecast. I know this because I made damn sure of it. It wasn’t meant to happen. I save that kind of thing for my other lovers. Nina is ‘protected property’ as far as I’m concerned.
As expected, my neck hair reacted. Just like before, I couldn’t stop the sensations after they started.
This time, an intense pain struck me right between the eyes.
It hurt. Much.
After the pain subsided, I saw a stranger’s hands appear from nowhere and slide around Nina’s neck. I felt my hips move much faster too. Those hands clamped down on her tight, her eyes popped open, she gurgled and then struggled to get herself free of their grip but couldn’t.
These are the last few things I remember. The rain began to fall and the rest of it fades into a blur.
I woke to a gentle hum of rubber tyres on a dry road. It coaxed me back to reality. The bristles on my neck subsided. At some point, I must’ve dressed, left her place and got myself behind the wheel of my car.
I should’ve been confused by this strange shift in moments, but I wasn’t. I felt profoundly satisfied. There was a certain calmness in me. Never before had I experienced such a sense of inner peace as I did last night.
That’s not the end of it. There’s more.
As I slipped into bed, Samantha woke, rolled over and whispered, “How was it, dear? Did you get everything you needed?”
“Yes. I did.”
“Oh, that’s good. Well, g’night. See you in the morning.”
She gave me a peck on the cheek, rolled over and went back to sleep. Can you believe it?
How can my wife, any wife, do that when her husband arrives as late as I do? No woman rolls away and goes to sleep like that.
Mine does.
I can’t believe it either but that’s the way she is. She’s intelligent enough to know many things about life yet icy cold when it comes to matters of sex. Intimacy isn’t her thing. It wouldn’t occur to her that her husband sees other women. She believes everyone is like her and doesn’t get those urges, least of all her trustworthy husband.
I just can’t break through her frozen exterior.
Yes, this explains much, doesn’t it?
Oh, you want to know about what happened to Nina?
I don’t know. I’m too afraid to find out.
Those hands weren’t mine.
I’m telling you, they did NOT belong to me. My orderly upper consciousness tells me that I couldn’t have hurt her. It’s not within me to choke — but I’m also aware that there’s another something hidden deep beneath those layers of civility that I can’t control or explain.
I don’t know where I finish and HE begins.
It’s also why I’m so scared to watch today’s news.
Originally published at https://michaelformanwriting.com on February 19, 2024.