Life Ain't A Fairy Tale by Miguel Rivera Page B

filled with water."
    I get back up again to mop the floor. My
hands, arms, legs, and shoulders are feeling strained from the
sweeping I did previously. I am too embarrassed to tell her that. I
keep the pain to myself. I carry the bucket around to keep it near
me. Every part of the floor is wet and clean after my mopping
session.
    After I am done, Sara gives me a small cloth.
She instructs me to clean the dust off the furniture and the TV.
First, I dust off the table in the middle of the living room.
Second, I move the cushions off the sofa and the couch to clean
them as well. Last, I clean the TV. The dust wasn't that bad. Sara
is so obsessive. It is rare to have a guest who comes with a
magnifying glass inspecting the house's cleanliness. I think this
will be my last errand.
    We sit down to eat in the dining room. I want
to eat in the living room. I want to watch TV, but Sara insists to
eat it in the dining room because she doesn't want her furniture
dirty with food. We eat placidly all the food down with drink
ginger ale. Playfully, my feet massage her leg, and she hits my
legs to leave her alone.
    "Jimmy, since you worked so hard today, how
about I reward you with a passionate night of sex?" I can't believe
the words that come out of her mouth. My body aches all over. I
don't know if I am up to the challenge. I want to watch TV. I
really want to relax, rest, and have a good night sleep for
tomorrow. Where does she get so much energy?
    "Okay. After we watch some TV. Don't you want
to watch some TV?" I hope my lack of enthusiasm does not register
with Sara.
    "TV? TV? I offer you my love, and your
response is okay. Okay? Here I am trying to be nice and sweet. I
know you are not used to doing the house chores and stuff, but stop
looking so miserable. We have to wash the dishes. Please, help me
out. It will be worth it. I know you love having me. Forget the
damn TV."
    After we are done eating, I help her wash the
dishes. At least, it is only a few dishes. My heels ache when I
stand next to Sara cleaning the dishes. When you leave the dishes
from the morning without water, scrubbing the food off the dishes
later requires more effort. Not too much effort, I don't want to
sound like a drama queen. Together, we clean the dishes quickly,
which is something I welcome.
    With my hopes of watching TV down the drain,
I hold hands with Sara to make love in her bedroom. She takes off
her clothes and jumps on the bed. Her legs crossed are so
seductive. I am in awe of the thighs that she has. Despite all my
body aching, I am fully erect and desiring to be inside her. I take
my clothes off and put my condom on. I lie on top of her. The
pleasure I feel inside of her overrides the pains and aches of my
body. My lips kiss her jaw, neck, and throat to satisfy my labial
cravings. Her heavy breathing, her smiles, and closed eyes when I
look at her increase my libido. In addition to the body-to-body
contact, I love her hair touching my face. I hump her roughly and
quickly to finish as quickly as possible. I need a good night's
sleep. There is no time to savor the moment.
    To my surprise, Sara is not satisfied. She
wants more. She wants me to help her squirt again. It shocks me
because the love session lasted a solid 13 minutes. This was much
longer than the first time we had sex. I even kept going a bit
longer after my orgasm to make sure she had one. At least, she
moaned loud enough to make me believe she reached an orgasm. This
woman has too much energy for me.
    I give her what she wants, another orgasm.
She has a special green towel that she places on the bed. This
avoids getting the bed wet. My lubed hand stimulates the upper wall
of the cylinder. I am already sleepy and fatigued from making love.
I lie on the bed face down to the right where I directly see her
hips and thighs. My hand, in the form of a fist, goes inside the
cylinder. My wrist rotates inside of her as if I was opening a
doorknob repeatedly. I receive in gratitude Sara's soft