Jean dozes on the breakroom sofa. Chest rises, falls steady. I linger in the doorway. Printer hums outside. Mouse clicks echo from the open space. Coffee aroma mixes with my perfume—sharp, musky. What happened to us? How do I end this? He’s blissful. I’m churning inside, shivering. Pity stabs me. Time, routine killed our spark. No big fight. Just weariness. Craving something new. At 40, our affair’s done. Words scratch my heart.
With the time, with the time, goes everything. Forget the face, the voice. Heart stops? No point searching. Let it go. It’s fine. With the time.
The Ambiance
Time steals love’s eternity. We settle into routines. Days erode passion. We fucked wildly once. Bodies renewed joy. Made men happy, women glow. But passion fades against unmet hopes. Smiles from others. It crumbles. Jean doubts nothing now. No birthday flowers. No May muguet. Sentiment snoozes into shipwreck.
With the time, goes everything. Forget face, voice. Heart still beats in chests, but not for each other. Just keeps us alive. No thrill.
My face? His? Close eyes—can I trace features? His rough hand once velvet on my cheeks. When did it leave my smooth skin? Breath on neck? Faded memory. Silent stares don’t bridge us. Words lost emotion. Hearts pump mechanically.
With the time, even sweetest memories look grim. Saturday nights, tenderness slips away alone. With the time.
Memories? Pale echoes. Habit invaded, overflowed tidy lives. Death choked the rest. Jean snores, arms on gut. Where’s the stud who swore only me? Slouched, far from promises. My faults too. Saturday movies, hand in hand—curtain fell long ago.
With the time, goes everything. The one you nursed through colds. Gave wind, jewels. Sold soul cheap. Crawled like dogs. With time, all good.
Still fear for him sometimes. Tenderness no match for love. Slouched in selfish comfort—where’s passion? Strangers coexisting. Life together wilts us. Erases pretty pages quietly. Your smile once melted me. Now? Fuels my exit urge. Nothing holds me.
The Explosion
With the time, forget passions, voices whispering poor folks’ words. Don’t stay late, don’t catch cold. With the time.
Plaid slipped. No energy to fix. Where are you? Dream paradise without me? Smile to angels. I ache here. One word, look, ‘come’ or ‘love you’—could revive. But statue-still, watching chest rise-fall, I’m lost. One glance might save. No. All tires, passes.
With the time, feel blanched like worn horse. Frozen in chance bed. Alone but chill. Cheated by lost years. Then really.
Song loops in head. Cold despite AC. Dead inside. Not your lover anymore. Grip doorframe. Under graying hair, you seem happy. Forgot me. Just coworker-side chick. Eyes hunt spark. None. Release grip. Back away. But door clicks shut. Locked.
His eyes flutter open. Across open space earlier—dossiers piled, glances burned. Tension simmered. Now, here. Adrenaline spikes. I step close. Skirt hikes. His hand grabs thigh. Rough. ‘Fuck me one last time,’ I hiss. Coffee breath meets perfume.
He yanks me onto sofa. Zipper rips. Cock hard, veiny. Shove panties aside. Sink down. Wet, tight. Grunt. Thrust up brutal. Desk lamp buzzes. Printer whirs louder. Someone’s heels click by. Heart pounds. ‘Harder, you bastard,’ I moan low. Nails dig back. Slap skin echoes. Sweat beads. Pussy clenches. His fingers bruise hips. ‘Slut, take it,’ he growls. Pace frantic. Balls slap. Climax builds—raw, electric. I shatter first. Bite lip bloody. He pumps deep, floods me hot. Collapse. Panting.
Pull off. Cum drips thigh. Wipe quick. Fix blouse. Smooth skirt. Hair tucked. ‘Meeting now.’ Door unlocks. Stride out. Mouse clicks resume. Face blank. Pro mask on. Affair dead. With the time.