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Archive-name: Affairs/twoloves.txt
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Archive-author: Sartre
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Archive-title: My Two Loves
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Watching him sleep was such a wonderful thing. In rest there were
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no frowns, no worries, just peace. He is beautiful when he sleeps. His
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dark hair falls across his forehead and I gently brush it off. The long
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lashes on lids closed over those incredible hazel eyes. He takes my
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breath away sometimes without ever knowing that he's doing it and never
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understanding why. He was good that night. He was everything that my
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heart desired. Loving, tender, passionate, attentive. Yet, there was a
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part of me that he didn't reach and that part of me yearned to be
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caressed. I thought of you as J and I made love. I wondered what it
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would feel like to have your body pressed against mine as his had been.
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I wondered what it would be like to have your lips touch that place that
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yearned. I wanted you. More than that, I desired you. I wanted to feel
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the curve of your breasts and taste the sweetness of your skin. And yes,
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I wanted you in my head as well as in my bed. Try as he may, J will
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never be able to touch that part of my being just because.
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When I saw you alone for those last precious minutes, and was
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finally able to touch the body of the woman I loved, I felt that this is
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what I've missed for so very long. This was right. This was the way
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it's supposed to be. I felt the warmth and the love. The connection was
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there for me. All of these feelings enveloped me as I watched him
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sleeping peacefully that night as my body yearned. I thought about
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holding you in my arms and nuzzling your breasts as I caressed my own.
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In the darkness of the room, with the only light that of the reflection
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from the pool outside, I closed my eyes and pretended that the fingers
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encircling my nipples were yours. That the hot breath on my neck from
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him was you blowing softly on that special spot just behind my ear. As
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my nipples came to attention I imagined your tongue flicking over them
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fast and furiously causing me to moan in delectable pleasure. Yes, I
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wanted you. I wanted you with me in that bed. I wanted you to touch me
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and to be able to touch you in every conceivable way. The more I wanted
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you, the more that special place cried out. It was your touch that it
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wanted. I'd grown large and hot. From experience I knew that I was a
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deep pink--almost purple. I wanted to explode, but I wanted the feeling
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to last for that was the only way that I could have you with me.
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Very slowly I moved one hand down my stomach barely touching the
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skin. The other continued to play with my nipples. Pinching, twisting,
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kneading them with my fingers. My body was on fire and I hate to think
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of the noises that probably awakened the guests in the next room. I
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thought about what you'd do to me if you were there. I decided that
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you'd tease me mercilessly by making small circles with your finger just
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above my pubic bone. My hips thrust against J's thigh involuntarily
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while he slept on oblivious to my movements. The moans and whimpers
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escaping my lips because I was powerless to control the fuck lust. I bit
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my lower lip so hard that I tasted teeny tiny droplets of blood. I
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wanted you and only you at that moment. My hands moved to gently caress
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my inner thighs slick with the juices that J left behind. I closed my
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eyes more tightly and breathed more deeply. All the while my hips
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occasionally thrusting against his thigh. I wanted to cum so badly. My
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head a swirl of sexual energy. My hands moved inward toward my clit--
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that special place that held the key to my release. So hot, so wet, so
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engorged. I whimpered and fought hard to stay in control. I was
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determined to hold on as long as I could so that I could feel you with
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me. I slowly ran a finger along my slit feeling the lips swollen to
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almost twice their normal aroused size. My body screamed at me for
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release. I inserted a finger into my hole, pretending that it was yours.
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I used the thumb of the same hand to circle around the shaft just below
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the head. I knew that if I touched the head the moment would be over,
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never to be recaptured in the same way again. I wanted that moment to
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last as long as it possibly could. The finger pushed in a little deeper
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and I began to work it in and out slowly, slowly. I inserted another
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finger and felt the muscles tighten around them as the furnace was
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stoked. My juices flowed like a river intermixed with the remnants of
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J's. Finally, I could take no more and my body thrust against him
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involuntarily as I fucked myself with my hand. I brushed the thumb
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against the head of my clit a couple of times and wailed your name as I
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came and came and came. I quivered as the muscles contracted. The room
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spun and I lost all sense of time and place. The fuck lust had taken
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control and I didn't hold back. I don't know how long I orgasmed, but it
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felt like forever. In a word, it was "delicious." I took my fingers out
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of my body and held them under my nose. Ah yes, the pungent smell of
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release. It was inviting so I had to taste. First one finger, and then
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the other, found its way into my mouth where I licked and sucked them
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clean.
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I looked over at J softly snoring the night away. Never moving.
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Never knowing that he'd aided in bringing me closer to you. As much as I
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adore him, neither he, nor any other man, will ever be able to touch that
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part of me. You and J are my two loves. Each of you holding a portion
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of me inside of you. Each of you giving a portion of yourselves to me.
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One day woman-love. One day...
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Sartre
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^L
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P.S.: J, thank you for your precious gift.
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