The sound of the rains rhythmic tapping against the window pane reminded Marcel Jackson of much better days. To many a person who knew him, Marcel was considered to be a man who had had everything. A profession in the literary world that many would kill for, a wonderful and loving son who meant the world to him and a beautiful Victorian styled house that as a child he always dreamed of. But deep inside of Marcel’s heart. He knew that the one thing that any man should possess to feel complete was missing. Marcel on this night, just as he has done every other night prayed for a love to call his own. Only then would Marcel Jackson become the man that he so longs to be.
Marcel sat down in his favorite black leather recliner chair that was positioned directly in front of his enviable sixty-five inch television. He grabbed the remote control and pushed the power button. He took a deep breath and sighed, exhaling slowly. Another lonely night, he thought as he started to turn slowly through the channels. Marcel stopped turning and sat the remote control down when he noticed that his favorite infomercial was on, already in progress.
“You’re gonna love my nuts. Watch this. Almonds, walnuts, come with a cover so you can do everything in the cover, or you can do it on the board, whatever you like. Look one finger. If I can do it with one finger, you can do it with your own hand. Kids can do it…Now here’s the deal when you get a slap chop, we’re gonna give you the Graty for cheese. White cheese, yellow cheese in the container, comes with a twister, and watch this, tacos, fettuccine, linguine, martini, bikini…
“I love this damn commercial.” Marcel revealed as he started flipping through the channels again. He turned to ESPN, to catch the highlights of the Knicks game. Good, they didn’t start yet. Let me grab a beer. Marcel quickly ran to the refrigerator and grabbed a couple of Yuengling Lagers and a bag of pretzels. He sat down just in time to view what he has turned the channel on to see.
“Hey we’re back here on Inside and we are looking at Kevin Garnett of the Celtics taking on Carmelo Anthony and the Knicks at Madison Square Garden. The last seven Games without Amare Stoudamire Carmelo has been averaging thirty points a game. Many believe he is arguably the best scorer in the game right now. Wouldn’t you say so Chuck?”
“Let me tell you something. If Carmelo and the Knick can put it together, they are going to be a tough out in the playoffs.”
“Don’t know what that had to do with the question, but on to the highlights.”
“Ernie, don’t make me slap the hell out of you.”
“Melo drive to the hoop with the, and one to give the Knick an early lead over the Celtics. Boston would then go on an eight to nothing run, only to be outdone by a twenty to nothing run bridging the first and second quarters by the Knicks. The rest of the game got no better for the Boston Celtics as Steve Novak and Jr. Smith went absolutely insane from beyond the arc hitting fifteen out of twenty threes. Capped off by a triple double by Carmelo Anthony, the Knicks beat the Boston Celtics 118 to 110…”
Marcel finished his beer and turned off the television. He let out a little yawn and stretched, succumbing to his body’s demand for him to head up to bed. He walked around the downstairs portion of his house to make sure all of the doors and windows were locked. He was not a man who was worried about intruders, but the story of the man who murdered his daughter a few days ago in April 1st had him just a tad bit skittish about what happens around him when he is asleep.
Satisfied that his house was secure, Marcel began to make his way upstairs. “Shit!” he yelled as he stubbed the big toe of his left foot on the bottom stair. He hobbled up the remaining flight of stairs, and then chuckled to himself while he limped into the bathroom.
Marcel closed and locked the bathroom door. He turned off all of the lights except for the one that barely illuminated the space above his shower. He reached behind the shower curtain and turned on the hot water. Marcel enjoyed letting the water run, and filling the bathroom with steam. After a few moments he walked over to the bathroom mirror and drew his name inside of a broken heart.
There was a time when I would draw this, and she would come behind me and make this heart whole again. Whoever she is with now, I hope that he is making her happy.
Marcel took his hand and wiped the mirror clean. He undressed, cooled the water slightly and stepped into the shower. He reached forward and started to fiddle around with his shower radio. He cycled through the stations until he found a song that captured the very emotion that he was feeling. Marcel placed the palms of his hands on the front wall, and lowered his head allowing the water to sooth the back of his neck as the song played.
“For a while…to love was all we could do/We were young and we knew/And our eyes were alive/Deep inside we knew our love was true
For a while…we paid no mid to the past/We knew love would last/Every night…something right…would invite us to begin the dance.”
As Earth Wind and Fire sang their anthem, Marcel thought of the woman that he had lost. The image of her smile and the beauty of her long brown hair slightly aroused him. As the water flowed from the shower head to his body, he imagined the droplets to the kisses of his imaginary lover. He slowly removed his hands from the wall and began to drag them down the front of his body. He turned his back to the water in order to submerge his back to the blissfully sensual feeling of the synthetic rain as the song changed.
“My love…I’ll never find the words my love... to tell you how I feel my love/Mere words could not explain/Precious love…you held my life within your hands/Created everything I am/Taught me how to live again…
Only you…cared when I needed a friend/Believed in me through thick and thin…/This song s for you/Filled with gratitude and love”
Marcel grabbed the bar of soap from its resting place, rubbed it in between his hands to create a foamy lather. He gently laid the soap back down and began to cover his body. With each verse of the song, each passing thought of the woman that he has always loved; his penis became fully aroused as it has ever been. He grabbed the base with his right hand and slowly began to stroke his muscle. “Mmmmm he moaned in conjunction with the rhythmic motion of his hands sexual dance, “this feels so damn good.”
He closed his eyes, and allowed his mind to take his sensual thoughts deeper. Up and down Marcel burnished his pole until he was almost as the height of his self-passion play. He opened his eyes and saw the image of his woman standing before him. Marcel wrapped his arms around the shadow and kissed her passionately. She kissed him back. Starting at his neck, she nibbled on all of the spots that she remembered made him happy. Marcel held his head back and said, “Baby, please don’t stop. Oh how I have missed your kiss. How I have missed your touch. I prayed to God for you to come back to me. Could never, and will never love another woman.”
The vision of love moved her tongue down the front of his neck to his chest, further downward to his naval until she rested on her knees. Marcel opened his to see her staring back up at him. She smiled and Marcel then opened her mouth and placed him inside. Marcel’s body shuddered as he felt her tongue tickle the head of his penis. Minute after minute she suckled him bringing him to the point of climax then releasing him. The vision stood to her feet wrapped her legs around Marcel’s body. He placed her back against the wall in the shower, and penetrated her deeply. In and out, he went with the force of a man possessed. Marcel grabbed her ass and lifted her further into the air. She wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed as tightly as she could.
Marcel then lowered her body from the wall. The image turned around and bent her over in front of him, and positioned her hands on the base of the tub. Marcel placed his hands on the hips and slowly entered her through to her walls repeatedly, savoring every moment. His body was at the breaking point. He released her and told her to get back down on her knees. The vision placed his love back inside of her mouth and juddered extensively with her hands. Marcel closed his eyes, and released deep inside of her mouth. She continued to slurp until semen no longer poured from his penis.
“Thank you,” said Marcel, appreciative of his moment of bliss.
She placed her hands over Marcel’s eyes and kissed him on the lips. When she removed her hands, as suddenly as she had come to him, the vision had vanished away.
