Poetry play

Domino held her hat on her head. It was sultry outside, and the sun was blinding, but it was windy as she walked to the lounge chair. She smiled to herself as she sat down and placed her hat on the arm of the chair. A tiny but brief flirtation with a man she had just met made her giggle and show her she still had it. It was still exciting to know that someone thought you were attractive. The way his eyes moved over her, she appreciated immensely. Caressing her skin and loose shirt unconsciously, she picked up her notebook, reading over what she had written for the project that she had been working on.

That was why she was here.

The island location for the writers' conference was just what she needed, and with all of her pent-up energy from the city, she could write volumes. That was what the Cinnamon Writers' Retreat was for. For writers to get out all of the spicy content that was buried inside of them. Ryanne, the founder and her had taken classes when they were in college and became close friends. In writing groups, they had together, or just the two of them in coffee shops, Ryanne used to add copious cinnamon to her coffee. When Ryanne needed a name for the writers' retreat that she wanted to induce spicier writing, Domino immediately suggested the spice.

Spice was something they used a lot as an analogy, like the basis of the group and things like saying to the other you need a little more spice in your life.

Levy had definitely been spice. The moment that Domino met him, he had been that. He was what she had been missing, even though she had not known anything was lacking from her life.

Domino loved to go to new restaurants and to try new things with friends or alone. That night, she decided she wanted to try Levy's restaurant solo. The dining room had a window so patrons could see the chef cooking. She had been sitting across from him in the dome-shaped window, so it was impossible to avoid eye contact with him.

She had not wanted to, and Levy looked at her with the same purpose. Watching him handle the food, watching the care he showed and the personal touches he added on the big stage that she added on the small stage as a home chef. Unable to stop looking at him, no matter how hard she tried to be discreet, embarrassed her. Until Levy sent her a dish on the house with a note that told her when he would be off and an invitation to come into the kitchen as he cleaned up.

Levy loved food and let her taste decadent leftovers before he refrigerated them in the kitchen. There was such a careful way that he handled all the food that he put away and the leftovers that he took to the pantry that was down the block. Domino walked with him with big bags from the restaurant to the pantry, already feeling so electric about the night before anything had even happened. Levy held her waist as he walked her to the parking lot and they retrieved his car.

It was a turn-on to watch him in his element when the restaurant had closed. Immediately, Domino knew there would be no hanky panky in his place of work.

At his apartment, however, his hands were all over her as delicately as he held an expensive cut of meat. Domino wanted him to handle her, to make her feel everything she had been feeling all night. She felt alive and craved everything as she clutched his back and kissed him with abandon, her tongue all over his lips and slipping into his mouth.

His eyes were intense as they moved over her, the way they had been all night at work. But there was an added layer that made her feel primitive like they were in a jungle. Domino felt wild and uninhibited as she caressed his ribs and lower to his pelvic bone.

Levy groaned and put his hands over hers, caressing himself. Domino smiled up at him. If they were touching themselves to show pleasure, she had no problem with that. She slipped her hand under her dress and touched herself, swirling her finger in her wetness, and then slowly lifted her finger to caress his lips with her moisture.

He licked his lips greedily and then took her hand and sucked her ravenously. Domino caressed him through his pants. Was it because they did not know each other at all, or was it because she felt such intense lust that she was eager to show him she wanted him?

Domino was breathless when he let her know he wanted her. When she caressed him, he unzipped his pants and touched himself, circling the tip of himself until there was pre-come and returned the favor of smearing her lips with it.

They had marked each other for lust. What more perfect position could sate them than sixty-nine? They had already been given the taste and hunger for the other. Domino was blissed out as she sat on his face and leaned over so she could taste him while he tasted her. She licked him gluttonously, taking him into her mouth as much of him as she could without gagging. It was not a contest between them, just a show of her greed for him.

Sex between them was a mixture of the feral nature of man and equivalent to his spoiling her with food she had never had before. Completely hedonistic and decadent, he rode her and her breasts moved pendulously with his thrusts and her hips moved in sync with his. She looked up at him, and he looked at her at the same time. It was the most intimate part of what was happening between them.

How they saw each other.

When she woke up, her senses exploded. He had made her the most luxurious breakfast that she had ever had and the scent was as mouth-watering as the food she ingested. His scrambled eggs were like silk in her mouth. But it was when he got back in bed with her that he gave her the feeling that she had missed when she woke up and wanted to wake up in his arms.

They became a couple and were inseparable.

Domino would either come to the restaurant to see him and swoon at the star table that she sat at the first night, or he would bring food home to her and they would indulge in absolute gluttony. There was no way for her to resist him—whether it was his culinary or masculine charm.

But sadly, like a lot of her relationships, there was a lot at the beginning and then he semi-ghosted her even though he was still there. Levy had given her so much of himself that anything less felt like an offense, so maybe it was not actual ghosting but she wanted more of him.

She told him she needed more of him—of them.

"I need to focus on my career, Dom," he said, holding her like he had before, but his words were so cold. "I am going to be able to really catapult into something extraordinary right now, career-wise. It is not about you at all."

Not that it was wrong for him to say that he needed to focus on his career. He was amazing, and she wanted the best for him. She had seen all of the reviews and features about him in gourmet magazines, so she knew he was on the precipice of something extraordinary. But it was how cool he had said it to her; it was not about her that let her know she needed to move on. Domino did not even bother to tell him. She began to ignore his texts because she needed to think about herself as much as he needed to think about himself. Her own career was important to her as well, but once she got involved with Levy she was obsessed with him. She had never gone to one of Ryanne's writing workshops before, but she realized she had not been thinking about herself as much or her writing career. She had stalled herself. Why did she have the time to expect so much from Levy when she was letting herself stall the way she was?

She asked Ryanne if there was room in her next class and Ryanne told her there was always room for her.

"There is always room for you to run away with me and, to be honest, maybe even for me to run away like I knew things would go south with Denver."

Domino was silent. Ry's relationship with Denver was something she did not talk about a lot, but it was also as sudden as her own situation with Levy. Writing had always been the great escape for both of them. So with no notice, she left her life to escape to a beautiful tropical island with her friend and forget everything that had happened in the city. Plus she worked as a freelancer so if there were any fires she needed to put out she would be able to do so. Though she let her clients think she was going to be so remote she would not be able to get back to them right away.

When she picked up her suitcase to leave, she saw she had a text from Levy. Domino ignored the text and immediately set her phone to silence notifications which he would not be able to see because he was an Android user—they were technologically incompatible, how fitting. He texted her a few more times. She could even say he had frantically done so, but she did not answer.

But she could not stop thinking about him.

Her body certainly could not stop thinking about him.

Biting her lip, she looked for her pen and realized that she did not have anything but the pencil that had been provided in the last workshop she had attended.

Domino pulled a pocket knife out of her bag and resourcefully sharpened the dull blade. The ache between her legs was not dull as she crossed her legs, channelling that energy into what she was going to write.

But she could not help but smile at the futility of words to paper when she was so aroused. Thinking about Levy, the pencil that she placed in her mouth reminded him of his dick, and her tongue trailed slowly along its shaft, looking into his eyes while she did it. Domino licked the pencil and her breathing increased as she realized she was not going to be able to write a word with her body inflamed like this.

She caressed her ear unconsciously—that was the start of it. Slowly, she caressed her neck and then pulled at her loose shirt, massaging her breasts through it and slipping her hands inside to touch her right breast.

A hand on her knee inched slowly to her pussy. Between her legs pounded so heavily that when she placed her hand there, hoping to subdue it a little bit, it pounded more. But the wetness on the crotch of her panties let her know she had to do more to ease the ache that made her hand begin to throb.

The skin all over her body was hot with the heart of the island sun even in the shade, and everywhere she touched made it pulse more between her legs. She was almost afraid to touch herself because she knew she was going to go wild when she did out here alone, surrounded by nature.

Domino touched herself at her core and caressed the hair that surrounded her labia and the sweet moan that came from her pleaded her for more. She touched herself with determination, and soon that was not even enough. So she forced her fingers into herself and shoved them roughly in and out like she would have begged Levy to do. Then she furiously rubbed herself in a circle like a Ferris wheel. Her very own sweet ride to heaven, as she cried out in release when she came.

All she could do was laugh and get herself settled after catching her breath slowly. Her hand just above where she had rubbed her pussy to a sweet frenzy. She crossed her legs and adjusted her clothes. The sweetness of what she had done to herself and what she would have wanted Levy to do if he was there went through her. Her pencil returned to her mouth, and she opened her notebook again. Now she could write something spicy because her mind was so filled with what had been between them and how it had made her pleasure herself so intensely.

Ryanne smiled at her as she walked back into the classroom. She knew her so well, knew that she had been up to no good in the middle of the island.

Domino smiled because it was the only thing that kept her from crying. She was so overwhelmed with emotions. She took a seat and opened up her notebook, sniffled, and started to write, now with a proper pen on the blank page:

Alone on a desert island, the one thing that I want

When we met I felt like I was on a desert island with you

I did not see anything but you

When got together, we could not keep our eyes or our hands off of each other

All we wanted was each other and to be closer than close to each other

You were everything to me

You are still everything to me but I have learned that

I need to be everything to me

The way that you pay attention to yourself and your needs

While I was paying so much attention to you made me realize in fact

You made me realize that I need to think more about me

To love me more and though I still

I need to love myself even more if there is ever a chance for

Domino looked down at her words and bit her lip. Between her legs throbbed with her need for Levy even as she tried to convince herself that that was not where she was anymore.

"Does anyone want to read what they wrote aloud?"

With the look of panic that was on everyone's face when she suggested so, Ryanne looked at Domino for support. Domino had not wanted to read this poem aloud, but she nodded at Ryanne.

"I need to love myself more," she said with a flourish. Her eyes were wet, and Ryanne looked at her with a soft expression that touched her heart. Domino wondered if Ryanne was not thinking about Denver and what her own poem was about that she had not offered to read out loud to the group.

She smiled and looked down, soothed by her friend's silent support, a stray tear falling on the word "more." A quick flash on the screen of her phone showed Levy's name, and she bit her lip with irony and desire.

When she looked back up the one sexy guy—well, the sexiest of the guys there— looked at her. Domino smiled. His smile was heroic like he wanted to save her from the guy who was breaking her heart. She was flattered and blasé about it at the same time.

When the session was over, she walked back outside with Ryanne holding hands.

"That was an amazing session Ry, I needed that writing exercise and that release," Domino said.

"Thank you, my love, for being so brave and so present. You made the class everything I wanted it to be," Ryanne said, putting her arm around her friend's shoulders and kissing her cheek before leaving her on her own.

The stranger Domino had walked by before looked at her and she smiled. His gaze was insistent, and he walked toward her when Ryanne went on her way.

"I saw you," he said, looking at her and at first she did not realize what he meant.

"You saw me?" she asked and remembered him looking at her earlier.

"Before in the shade when you thought you were alone. I watched you."

Domino stared at him with a straight face. She was not sure if he said that because he was threatening her or what.

"It was beautiful. A woman should know how to give herself pleasure."

He looked a little nervous and then he walked away.

Domino did not let him.

"Is that all you wanted to say? Is that all you wanted to do was watch me?"

He lifted his eyebrows at her.

"I'll be here for a few days. Maybe you can do more than watch next time."

She walked away and picked up her phone. Levy's name floated over a cascade of dialogue boxes that read three messages on top.

Domino, this is the last time I am going to text you.

I know you thought I meant I did not care about you or want to be about you when I said I had to concentrate on work. I never meant that or to hurt you.

But it hurts me not to hear from you so I have to stop.

She did not know what to say to him. She did not want him to give up on her, and she did not want to give up on him, but she had gone this far and like the stranger had said—she knew how to pleasure herself.

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