Where Did the Love Go

by Elbie Dee

“I love you Bayleigh,” I expressed, before activating my happy spirit. “Now let’s get you back right!”

  She giggled and followed my lead out of the car. For the first time in a while, I felt complete. Me and her together were liable to accomplish anything, and this was a new beginning.

  Zaiya

  For a moment, I thought about how wrong it was of me to drug Ocho. It was never my thing to do as such, but I knew there wouldn’t be a chance for us if I hadn’t. I poured him and I each a glass of Maker’s Mark and crushed up the fentanyl pill I stole from Mr. Pezzoli before leaving my shift.

  I was sure to put one more cube of ice in mine than what he had in his to prevent mixing up the glasses. After the pill dissolved and there wasn’t a trace of evidence, I picked up his glass with my left hand and followed by picking mine up with my right. Once he took his first sip of alcohol, I slowly walked to the other side of the couch and took my seat.

  It took a few gulps for me to notice the drug having an effect on him. Noticing his eyes begin to shift, I assumed the drug was beginning to work. Waiting for it to set into his body a little more, I kept my eyes on him like glue. When he leaned back and relaxed his body, I figured it was a good time to remove the glass from his hand.

  “You want me Ocho?” I asked seductively, as I took the glass from his hand and turned back to place it on the coffee table away from where I put mine down.

  Instead of directly replying, moaning sounds came out of his mouth. His rock-hard dick became visible from the outside of his shorts, after he closed his eyes and began running his teeth along his bottom lip.

  After standing up, I allowed my grey sweat shorts to fall to the carpet. Since undergarments weren’t put on after the shower I took once I had gotten home from work, all that was left to take off was my grey, V-neck shirt. Grabbing the shirt from the bottom and lifting it over my head, I joined it with the pair of shorts that were on the floor. The only thing left on my bare body was the gold chain charm anklet around my right ankle.

  I grabbed my C size, silicone breasts before lifting them both to my chin. Watching him watch me, I flicked each of them one by one with my tongue. He hadn’t seen my naked body since we were together, so he wasn’t aware of the breast augmentation surgery I had. Based on how he grabbed his dick from the outside of his shorts, he liked what he saw.

  After taking my hands from underneath my breasts, I licked my right middle and index finger from the bottom, and up to the tip of my fingernails. Before going after him, I placed my fingers at the end of my vagina closest to my ass cheeks, and slowly gave my pussy a stroke until I got to my clitoris.

  “Mmm,” I moaned, as I fondled my clit by motioning my fingers in small circles.

  When I felt my pussy pulse and fluids begin to drip down my leg, I knew I needed Ocho inside of me. I took my fingers from my vagina and leaned over to place my hands on Ocho’s left leg. Balancing myself, I bent down and rested my knees on the carpet next to his foot.

  Slowly running my hands from his leg up to his penis, I pushed myself forward which caused my knees to lift from the floor. Placing my chest on top of his leg caused balance, and I shifted his shorts downward from the elastic around his waistline.

  Without his help as he sat still on my leather couch, I was able to lower his pants enough to reach my hand over his boxers and pull his stiff dick through the hole in his briefs. His dick stood at attention before I gripped my right hand around it. Once I lifted myself a tad, I placed my medium sized lips around his shaft, and began sucking the life out of it.

  “Oh my God!” he voiced, before placing his hand on the back of my head as I stroked. Before he could get a nut, I released my mouth from his dick and stood to my feet.

  The way he was able to comprehend everything that was happening allowed me to believe he had just enough of the drug. It was a good thing knowing we were about the have the best sex we ever had.

  After I walked to stand directly in front of him, I inched my feet further away from each other. Widening my legs, I stopped at the point where I was able to throw my knees to each side of Ocho’s body.

  “Put it in me,” I whispered, after lifting my ass from where it previously rested on his thighs.

  In an instant, he grabbed his dick with his left hand and began feeling for my opening. Once he reached around my body and glued his right hand to my ass cheek, he applied light pressure in a downward direction, motioning for me to sit on it.

  I could feel my lips hugging his ten inches while gradually taking him in. He moved his hand away once I reached the halfway point, and slowly, I was able to fit his whole dick inside of me.

  “Uhhh!” I moaned loudly, before he gripped onto my love handles and began rocking me back and forth.

  Moving my hands from his chest and latching onto his shoulders, I began rocking my hips back and forth. Riding him began slow but sped quickly once my juices lathered his thickness. From swaying back and forth to bouncing up and down, I was able to release two good cream pies before he obtained the courage to man handle me.

  Moving his hands from my love handles to underneath each ass cheek, I could feel his ab muscles tighten against my abdomen as he lifted me up. Five steps to the right of the couch, he threw my body against the dark grey wall.

  “You’re hurting me!” I screamed, while tightening my legs that were around his waist and squeezing my arms around his neck.

  “Take the fuckin’ dick,” he whispered in my ear as his cheek rested next to mine, which kicked the tension up a notch.

  “Ocho, I’m about to cum!” I screamed before loosening my legs enough to let him in more.

  When I stopped my legs from opening further, he shifted his hands from my ass to my thighs. After bending my legs back to the wall, gushing water came from my pussy, and landed all over the cotton of his shirt and boxers. Throughout all of the years I had been fucking, never has anyone made me squirt before. It was the most intense orgasm I ever received.

  “That’s a good bitch,” he said while staring directly into my eyes, and slowing down his movement.

  Inching his dick out of my pussy, he lowered my body to the floor once he was released. The stiffness in his dick allowed me to realize that he had yet to come. Three nuts in for me, I couldn’t leave him hanging without one.

  “Come upstairs with me, daddy,” I instructed, after I twisted my head back toward him while giving him a view of my backside.

  Tip toeing toward the hallway to get to the stairs, I glanced back and noticed he had stripped himself. He was bare; his shoes, socks and clothes were all taken off of him. The only thing he wore were his half sleeve tattoos and rose gold chain. Honestly, the full beard and mustache was all he needed.

  Snapping myself from admiring him, I directed my vision ahead of me. One step after another, I walked up the carpeted stairs, as I listened to his thumps coming from behind me. Trying not to look his way as I turned the corner at the top of the stairs and walked into my room, I headed straight for the bed before I climbed on top, face first.

  Burying my head into the two pairs of stacked pillows at the headboard of my queen-sized bed, my heart began to race when I felt his presence approaching the bed. All of a sudden, I was nervous and didn’t have a clue why. It could have been the fear of the drug wearing off, or maybe it was the fact that he was about to shove his ten, thick inches into my body doggy style.

  I bit my lip when I felt him climb on top of the bottom of the bed. Spreading my legs out to allow him in, he crawled until his knees approached the inside of my thighs. Grabbing me by my waist, he lifted the bottom half of my body until my ass was in the air and took a palm to my back, before pushing me in an arched position.

  “Ahhh!” I moaned louder than I had when we were downstairs. At two in the afternoon, I wasn’t worried about my neighbors hearing my screams; they were probably all at work.

  “Arch that fuckin’ back!” Ocho yelled at me once the upper half of my body began to level with my ass.


  Slowly, I forced my chest back toward the bed until my breasts smushed against the silk comforter. Within seconds of me getting into my previous position, Ocho’s speed went from snail to cheetah, and I was sure he was tearing my insides up. Keeping my arch, I tried reaching my hand back to grab his and motion for him to slow down. He ignored me and removed my hand from his. Luckily, I didn’t have to deal with the pleasured pain for long.

  “There it is,” he whispered, before slowing the force of his dick down.

  He panted for a second before pulling himself out of me. I had just turned around and scooted over a little before his heart rate decreased in speed, and he fell face first onto my bed. Nervously, I jumped to a sitting position and immediately felt for a pulse.

  “Thank God,” I whispered aloud once I was able to locate a beat in his carotid artery.

  For a second, I thought he could have been dead the way his body collapsed. With him taking only three sips of the laced drink, I highly doubted the pill would have caused an overdose. Afterall, it is a legal drug; his body was probably just not used to it.

  Instead of joining him right away for a nap, I climbed out of bed and went downstairs where the full bathroom was located. After passing through the living room and entering the bathroom, I opened the linen closet which was placed behind the inside of the door.

  I grabbed a neatly folded towel from the middle shelf, and a rolled washcloth from the top after the sliding, French style medal door was open. I closed the door as the linen rested in my left arm and walked to put the two on top of the toilet.

  Next, I slid my body to the bathtub and turned the knob to the highest setting. Once I felt for the water to be hot enough to cleanse my sins, I pulled the lever to activate the shower before hopping in.

  “Why do I always do this shit,” I said aloud to myself, after I pulled the shower curtain closed and inched until I was underneath the lukewarm water.

  The water began to quickly heat up and I relaxed my tense body. After tilting my head back and allowing the water to run through my curly hair, I began to think about the sex Ocho and I had a few minutes prior, leading me to memories of our past relationship.

  He was the perfect man for me, but I wanted to explore. Since getting together at a young age, I never had gotten the chance to be free. Curiosity took over me when I witnessed my single friend’s living the life and doing as they pleased. Without being ready to break things off with Ocho, I decided to have my cake and eat it too.

  One thing led to another, and one man led to five. I fell in love with the lifestyle. Pleasing men and getting a different variety of emotions became addicting… up until I got caught by Ocho the first time.

  Being a gentleman after the steam from his anger cooled down, we had a talk. When I promised to become loyal again, I wasn’t being dishonest. Putting my best effort into being faithful, I was successful at it for a few years. Until one day, the urgency to be unfaithful came up again, and I picked the worst type of person to cheat on him with: his best friend.

  Wishing he wouldn’t leave, I pleaded for him to stay… but deep down, I knew I had no more chances. Unfortunately, and just as I expected, he left me with our place together. Distraught, I cut all contact with men since that day. Instead, I took a trade class and got my certification to become a CNA and landed a job at the hospital. For the first time in my life, the only person I was focused on pleasing was myself.

  Having sex with Ocho again was the first time I had been intimate since fucking his best friend. Surprisingly, and even under the circumstances, the feeling of impureness never grazed my mind.

  “God. I haven’t spoken to you in a while, and I’m sorry. Please, I’ll do whatever it takes for the man you sent to be my soulmate to give me another chance. Please don’t let him be mad when he wakes up,” I whispered before releasing a single tear, which was swept with the streaming shower water.

  Bayleigh

  “Damn, bitch! I haven’t been to a clothing store in a minute! I been stealing shit from the donation drop boxes!” I admitted to Neakah as we were walking through the doors of Nordstrom.

  As Neakah and I made our way down the aisle, I glanced around the store. It took a minute, but once the smell of new clothes tickled my nostrils, I began to fall in love with shopping all over again. But without being knowledgeable on where to start looking for clothes in my style, I realized I had missed so much in life already.

  “What’s wrong?” Neakah realized I stopped dead in my tracks in the middle of the main isle before she looked back and questioned me.

  Staring right through her, I remained stiff. Hearing her words but not being able to move was a new thing for me. She called my name, and I still had no urge to budge. It wasn’t until she walked over to me and gave me a shake to my shoulder before I snapped out of it.

  “Huh?” I asked after coming back to reality.

  “Are you alright?” Neakah asked as she scrunched her eyebrows, causing her chinked eyes to nearly shut, and stared into my eyes while keeping a hand on my shoulder.

  “Ye-Yeah,” I stuttered. I shook my head and brushed the feeling off before we proceeded down the aisle.

  Thanks to Neakah, we were directed to the women’s clothing section. Rack by rack, I searched for something I would wear. Prices weren’t necessary to look at since Neakah offered to buy anything for me. If she didn’t have two rich parents who set her financially for life with the agreement she’d finish college, then I would feel like I was using her.

  I was shifting the clothing pieces over, hanger by hanger, on my third rack before concluding that I had no idea what my style was anymore. Stopping midway of the straight metal rack, I looked over to Neakah searching through the clothing I just had gotten finished looking through. After noticing her pile at least three items over her left forearm, I decided to ask for her help.

  “What did you find over there that I didn’t?” I broke the silence we had kept since we started our shopping mission.

  “Some items for you to try on,” she replied while shooting me a heartwarming smirk.

  “You were thinking about me? In a fashion store?” I teased, raising the tone in the word smirk to a higher pitch. She giggled before answering me.

  “I seen how clueless you were,” she confessed.

  Without verbally replying to her, she felt my physical thankfulness when I met her at my previous rack and squeezed her tightly. She was the first person I shared body contact with since the last man I prostituted with. This time, the feeling of a touch after she welcomed me in her arms felt genuine.

  “Uh, did you take a shower at that hospital?” Neakah asked after moments of holding me in her arms.

  I released my arms from around her and took a step back. In a stern tone I replied, “Actually, I did!”

  “You don’t smell horrible Bayleigh, so calm down. You’re holding a dull scent, and honestly, I can’t stand it,” she informed me, while maintaining a tone of sincerity.

  Hysterically, I began to weep during the moment she was expressing her thoughts about my smell. Once her sentence was complete, she welcomed me back in for another hug… allowing me to believe she cared about me over my smell.

  She allowed me to cry on her shoulder for as long as I wished. Not once did she pull her tightened arms from around me. I wanted to be in that moment forever. Actually, we probably would have stayed in the warming position until the store closed if it weren’t for a certain person to fuck up the vibe.

  “Nice to see you again,” I heard a little too close to my ear, coming from behind where I stood.

  “Damn! What the fuck are you doing? Stalking us?” Neakah lifted her head from my shoulder and blurted.

  When I turned around and was made aware of who it was, I heavily rolled my eyes. Not only was he giving up, but obviously had to be following us. Since popping up in the hospital room a day prior, I should have recognized the voice. I guess I was too far gone in my feelings to notice.

  “I thought I insin
uated that you should leave me alone,” I spoke after looking up into his eyes as he stood a foot taller, and two feet in front of me.

  “Are you ready to take my offer? You’re out of the hospital now without pain meds,” he replied.

  “Since you know everything, I was prescribed something to help with my pain relief. Now, please fucking leave!” I shouted after taking another step toward him, feeling tired of his shit.

  “Tylenol is not a narcotic. It damn sure isn’t gonna help you with your addiction,” he sarcastically said to me before he let a smirk slip.

  Slap! I took my right palm to his pale cheek, and watched as it turned red.

  “What the fuck, Bayleigh! You have someone trying to be there for you and this is what you do!” he yelled for the whole store to hear his deep tone.

  Based on the head turns from the few people that were surrounding us, they were able to hear him as clear as day. After the three of us stared back at the strangers who were roaming their eyes our way, they turned away. I shot my head back toward Chris and took a step forward; we were a centimeter from touching the other’s t-shirt.

  “I don’t want your fucking help… but I already said this,” I whispered, staring directly into his eyes.

  After a few seconds of silence, I backed away from him and shot for the exit door of the store. Just in a day, I went from almost accepting Chris’ offer, to wishing he’d go to Hell.

  “Bayleigh! Wait up!” Neakah yelled from behind me, louder than the sound of the pumps she wore clacking against the tile floor. “I have to pay for the stuff!”

  “We’ll go somewhere else!” I paused from lightly jogging for the door to turn back and reply to her.

  “Just go to the car! I’ll be out in a few minutes!” she screamed back, catching me seconds before I held my arm out to push the glass door open to exit.

  I stopped to take in a breath of the fresh air from outside while closing my eyes for a second. Once I exhaled, I opened my eyes and located Neakah’s car before heading into the parking lot. Reaching the Audi, I placed my forearms on top of the trunk. I leaned over and rested my chin on top of my hands and kept my vision toward the door… hoping Neakah would come out before Chris did.