Thursday, February 23, 2012

The Unbearable Love

What is it about Teddy Bears that make people go nuts over them?  Is it there cuteness or how cuddly they feel when you hold them close?   My suggestion?  Get rid of them!
One miserable day at work, I was walking home and it was cold.  Being late night, I wanted the day finished.   Everything that could go wrong, did and my boss, Mr. Brown had nothing to say to me, in fact when he did it was mean.  Bastard.
Anyway, as I walked down the sidewalk I passed a toy store.  Now for some odd reason I never paid too much attention to this particular store, but this time I did.  In the window was a Teddy Bear.  It looked as though it was telling me to take him home.  Weird I know, but his eyes looked so real, that I immediately went in and bought him.  As I walked, I had a smile on my face and I have to tell you, I thought I felt a heartbeat as I carried the bag.
Thinking I was just excessively tired, I finally reached my house and went in. The couch was my drop off point, so down went the bag and off I went to start dinner.  I usually eat something light, like soup and a sandwich, so I made just that and changed into my warm sweat pants and sweatshirt. 
It took minutes to finish what I fixed and made my way into the living room for some television and …
“Why is my bag on the floor and empty?”
Putting down my delicious meal, I started the hunt.  I looked under, behind tables and still nothing.  My bear had disappeared into thin air.  I realized, as my stomached growled that I needed a drink and went back into my kitchen.
“How in the heck did you get in here?  Well, I know I didn’t put you here…is it possible that you walked on your own accord?”  Okay, now I was acting silly and shook my head of it.
“Back on the couch you go and you best stay put this time.  You’re beginning to freak me out bear.”
I went back into the kitchen, but before I did, I looked once more at my bear.   There he was, still on the couch where I put him.  Good.  I went in got my bowl and spoon and then made my bologna sandwich with mayo.  Two edible things that go well together, comfort food and I certainly needed some comfort.
As I came out to sit on the couch I noticed my bear was still there, but he had a different look about him.  I couldn’t place it, but there was something about him that had changed some.  I sat down, cautiously, and then decided that it was just my eyes and my bad day that was playing games with me and went about eating my dinner.
Having eaten and feeling quite content, I stretched out and turned the T.V. on.    Not much was showing, but the noise made my apartment seem not so empty.  The quiet hum of the furnace lulls me into a deep sleep. 
It was still dark when I woke about two in the morning.  I sat up and rubbed my eyes and looked for my bear…he was nowhere in sight.  I looked on the floor thinking I may have kicked him off and that’s when I felt a slight pain in my right foot.  Examining, I noticed that I had, what appeared, to been a bite mark.
“What bit me?”   Crusted over, I still worried about infection.
“Soap will do just the trick.” 
I had a small bathroom, but had all the necessary appliances; I wasn’t expected to see was my bear.  He was next to the tub.
“Is that blood on your face?”  I squinted at him to make sure, but sure enough, there on the corner of his mouth was blood.  My blood? 
“What kind of bear are you?  I think tomorrow I’ll just take you back.  You’re freaking me out big time and that’s one thing I don’t need at the moment.”  Hesitantly I reached down to pick him up…this bear was warm, like it had body heat.  I wasn’t sure what I should do.  Do I take him outside and leave him there or lock him in my closet till morning and take him back to the store?  I opted for locking in the closet, to which I did immediately.
“Damn bear, god, could this day get any worse?”
Getting into bed I pulled the blankets.  Sleep couldn’t have come faster.  I was restless and warm.  I kicked off the blankets hoping that it would cool me down, and it did, somewhat and I fell back into a deep sleep and started to dream…
Gathering me into his arms, that were massively embracing, he held me tight and his breath was warm, moist against my face.  I had no wish to back out and so I settled in, enjoying the feel of his arms around me.  I felt safe as though no harm could come my way.    As I lay there, content in the feel of a body, his body close to mine, the touch of his hand sent a warming shiver through me.  It was firm and persuasive, invited more urges deep inside me, yet, I did not move.  The occasional jolt of his thigh brushing my hip sent my body to tingle from the contact.   I looked up at him, but I couldn’t make out his features, they seemed blurred, by then he had leaned down and began to kiss me.  His mouth covered mine hungrily and the strong hardness of his lips gave me the freedom to feel the passion of it.  The kiss sent the pit of my stomach into a wild swirl.  His tongue traced the soft fullness of my lips and sent shivers of desire racing through me.  I wanted more of him and craved it so that I wanted to shout, “More! More please!”  But held back, because he was giving me what I wanted, just slowly, provocatively so that it drove me to such heightened ecstasy.
My mind relived the velvet warmth of his kiss as his lips continued to explore me.  Oh, the touch of his lips was a delicious sensation as his kisses seared a path down my neck and my shoulders.  Could I bare this anymore before I would rip off his clothes…did he have clothes on?  My thoughts spun as my emotions whirled and skidded as the pleasure he was creating from deep within me radiated outward.  At that moment I didn’t care.  “Should I care?  Hell no.” 
He paused to kiss me, whispering his love for each part of my body.  I couldn’t hear exactly what he was saying, only that I was submissive to his needs and was willing to do just about anything to have him continue further.  His hands moved gently down the length of my back as they searched for pleasure points.  “Where has this man been hiding all these years?”  I thought as one hand slid down my stomach to my hips…”take me now.”    He was good, so good.
Then he did something different he took my hands and encouraged them to explore and explore I did.  I urged him to do things I wouldn’t have thought with anyone else, I needed to feel him outside as well as inside.  Instinctively, my body arched toward him.    Fully aroused now, I drew myself closer to him; his hands traced a tingling path over my skin.  His body imprisoned mine in a web of growing arousal and just when I thought this would be the moment I had been waiting for… stopped abruptly by a searing pain down my back.  My eyes widened and it was then I saw who my mysterious man was…
I sat up in my bed, gasping for air.  I felt chilled as sweat that had encased my body trailed down my skin.  I quickly got up and ran for the bathroom and switched on the light.  I had to see if what I feared most was true and ripped off my gown.  Positioning myself in front of my mirror, I looked to see any markings that I had felt, but as I looked I saw nothing.   Morning started to peek through my bedroom curtains.
“It was a nightmare, a bloody good one up until that…that awesome climax, but…”  I still puzzled over it and looked toward my bed.  Rumpled with blankets on the floor and my bear…next to where I had laid. 
“What the fuck?  How in the hell did you get out of the closet?”  I walked out and over to my closet- the door was off its hinges. 
“Ok you are going back, you’re possessed or something and I’ll have none of it.”  Then I wondered if it was the bear that had me so aroused…”Oh God, I did it with a bear?  A stuffed one at that?   Can’t, must be a big mistake, it was just a weird dream, that’s all.  Just weird.”
I got myself dressed and put the bear back into the bag and off I went. 
The door twinkled as I came in and the owner looked my way and smiled.
“What can I help you with today?”
I flung the bag roughly onto the counter.  “I want my money back, this-this bear, well; I don’t think I care for him very much.”  Well, that was partly correct, I didn’t care for him, but if I told the owner my real reason for bringing him back he’d think I was nuts.
He gave me look that questioned my answer and replied, “Ah, but this bear missus is a rare one.  He knows the meaning of love and gives it like any bear would.”
I raised my eyebrow at him and thought if he only knew.
“Oh, I’m sure he does, but I don’t want him.  I’m too old for a teddy bear now.”  I pushed the bag closer to him.
Alright then I’ll return you your money.”
“Thank you.  I understand it.”
Once outside I felt so relieved that I no longer had to deal with that bear ever again and went back home. 
I got a lot done.  My house was cleaned and spotless and fresh sheets replaced the ones that were on my bed.  I didn’t want any memories that may be lingering on them to come back tonight.  Sounds silly I know, but I’m superstitious. 
After eating a well broiled steak and a glass of wine, I thought a nice hot shower would end my day perfectly.
 As I walked toward the bathroom, I felt a strange presence, but gave it no thought.  I had, had a busy day and was super tired.  I leaned down into the tub, set my water to the correct temperature and stripped.  Walking into the warm water faded all doubts, fears that were left lingering from the night before.  I envisioned them slipping down the drain and floating away further and further.  It was a wondrous feeling.  I must have stayed in there a good twenty minutes or so and when the hot water was beginning to give out I turned off the water and toweled myself dry.  I felt so fresh, so new and the thought of the cool, freshly washed sheets would feel good against my skin.  So, I hopped into bed, naked and smiled.
It wasn’t long before I was asleep when I started to dream my dream again...
…his expert touch sent me to even higher levels of ecstasy as his love flowed in me like warm honey.  I shattered into a million glowing stars as I cried out for release.  Together we found the tempo that bound our bodies together.  Then within minutes, soaring higher until the peak of delight was reached exploded in a downpour of fiery sensations the waves of ecstasy throbbed through me and I gasped in sweet agony when it was over. 
As my body melted against his and the world was filled with him I thought he would be merely filling a moment of physical desire that I so desperately wanted, and I would allow him to tear apart my soul to have this night repeat itself…
I awoke from my dream, but I felt odd.  I couldn’t talk, I had no voice.  I began to panic, then when I tried to sit up I found that I could not and then the reality of how I felt letting him tear my soul had new meaning.  I looked to see what was directly in front of me…it wasn’t my room, but a big bay window and a man, handsome with eyes like that of my bear, smiling at me.   He came into the store and I heard voices.   That’s when I he put me into a bag. 
Oh my God, I’m what my bear use to be…I am that Teddy Bear now.

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