Personal Narrative-Louis Creative Writing

I woke to brilliant sunlight reflecting off a windowpane across the rear courtyard. It shined brightly through the balcony doors. I blinked to adjust my eyes to the brightness. A black crow sat on the railing, staring at me. I stared into its eyes and he cocked his head sideways to gaze at me with one eye. A noise to my right drew my attention - Boudreaux lay beside me on the bed; he was unshaven and worry lines creased his brow. His body was restless with movement; his face did not show the usual contentment it did when he slept. I could see that he had an erection and groaned aloud with frustration.
I felt no pain at that moment, but I knew that I could not straddle him and insert him deep inside me as the craving in my pleasure place wished I could do. Why, after going through what I had just gone through why would I want something so badly that had caused me so much pain?
I turned onto my side and reached my hand down to touch his erection; it was large and firm. I squeezed it tenderly and began to stroke it up and down in a slow and gentle manner. When I felt his body respond by the movement of his hips, I moved my mouth to him and inserted him …show more content…
The agony and the ecstasy were much the same as it had been my first time with Louis - Louis! I suddenly wished he were there, not that I did not want Boudreaux. In many ways, I was closer to Boudreaux than I was with Louis, but… I had been dreaming of my first sexual experience; the one that Angelique set up to happen when I was in the bathtub at her apartment the week before my wedding. Two mouths to suckle my breasts while one kissed, suckled, and licked deeply my pleasure place; I wanted them both. Wished both were making love to me… but that was not feasible - maybe I should talk with Angelique about how she set up my first time… maybe this time, I would open my eyes… Suddenly, I remembered the thing in the jar that Marie Laveau had given me; I was supposed to use