Fly Away

There is a time and a place for everything, or so the laws of the universe convey. Physics and metaphysical nonsense connect the mind to matter. How fleeting would sensuality be if humans weren’t trapped with feet stomping in this binding glue? How dopamine would soar without worry of past, present, or future.

The moment to free one’s feet from the glue is within the confines of a dream. A dreamscape is an infinite horizon of possibilities that breaks every Earthly boundary with adrenaline-fueled, inconsequential action.

This first series of short stories in “Fly Away” follows a delicate situationship that leaps between two worlds. The first world includes the tangible delights of physiological relations and reactions. When put simply, it just entails the delights and sometimes shitty downfalls of being in a human relationship. The second world leaps into another dimension and builds into the fantasy and dreams resulting from our two lovers’ day-to-day happenings.

“Fly Away” dives into the overwhelmingly relatable, passionate relationship between Kinsley and Brett. You’ll hate both of them at different points throughout the story, and guess what, that’s the point. That’s how life and love work. It’s a give and take, and it’s my job as your humble storyteller to both make you sweat and piss you off.

Enjoy a little bite from the Brett-Kinsley initial dreamscape and we’ll see you with the next round spicy babes.

FROM "THE DAY OFF"

For some odd reason to Kinsley, nine o’clock on a Saturday felt just a little different than the Billy Joel song that was blasting through her stereo as she drove down the freeway. She reached down into her center console and pulled out her lip balm, putting on an eighth round. Her nails tapped on the steering wheel with anticipation. As much as her mind was reeling, she was doing her best to split her time between focusing on the road and waiting for a text to come through.

This was the first time she had been to Brett’s home for longer than a 15-minute interval. There were no plans for the day, simply weeks of built-up texts and conversation. Picture messages. Video messages. Messages that can’t be unsent or unsaid. Even though there were no plans, the situation had already designed itself. As soon as she walks in that door, she’s in trouble. It’s immediate ecstasy after that. The only thing between her and this moment was a stop to get coffee.

She reached down and lifted her dress just slightly, touching herself outside her panties. How a man could already occupy her mind to the point of soaking her panties before even saying a word? Her heart was already beating like the caffeine had been down for hours. Then her phone pinged. Text received from Brett.

“Don’t worry about the coffee. Come here, beautiful. I already know you’re soaking wet, so let’s make a deal. Come sit on my face so I can drink you this morning to wake me up, and then I can focus all my energy on putting you back to bed. You are mine today.”