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Anger and Other Things  

QuiteKindMind 38M
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10/11/2020 3:49 pm
Anger and Other Things


Amanda looks at me from her pillow. Her naked body free for me touch and view. She’s a beautiful older woman, but it’s her mind I find the most sexy. We’re fresh in afterglow and the closeness between us is peaked.

She says, “You know... we’ve known each other a while now, and I can’t remember seeing you mad.”

I shrug. “I try avoid it. It’s not productive.”

Amanda sits up on an elbow, “But it feels so good sometimes! And how do you avoid a feeling?!”

My lover is fiery. It’s part of what I enjoy about her. She also likes deep, probing conversations. I think about my marriage and realize that’s another part I find tremendously sexy. I need moments where she digs in and discovers cobwebs.

I look into her luminous blue eyes and sigh. “When I was young, I got sick. It took years for doctors to figure out what was wrong. And even when they did, it took even longer to find treatments that helped.“ I close my eyes to compose myself. “But during the worst years, I couldn’t tell if it was all in my head or if I was dying from something like a brain tumor.”

The story falls out of me. It’s painful, but it’s a part of who I am.

“I’ve been poked and prodded in the worst ways. Gone through so many embarrassing exams. Been hurt so bad that I nearly passed out. And all this during my teens, which is already a hell by itself.”

I pause again, allowing some of my worst memories to pass. Amanda caresses my cheek, providing me some strength.

“For years, I was mad at everything. At everyone. I thought, ‘Why don’t all these people realize that life is a nightmare waiting to eat them alive?’ And... there were times where I wished everyone would hurt as much as me.”

I’m not proud of those thoughts, but I’m so different now it’s like describing a character from a book.

“Anger can feel good. But I’ve felt the ugliness in rage. It’s not something I want to feel again.

“Now when I see people get angry, it’s the opposite. I think about how bad things can get.”

Amanda gives me a kiss. Her eyes are sad. She says, “I understand. Thank you for telling me.” She doesn’t say sorry, which I appreciate.

More<b> kisses </font></b>and cuddles follow. More talk. More laughs. Telling my story hurt a bit, but the closeness it brings is beautiful.

Sometimes life is like that.

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