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Him
Him The mere thought of Him made her whimper. All of those empty years of cold analytical play, of short term dalliances, of wondering if she had made the wrong decision in asking for release. But now, now she felt lighter, new. Now there were days of anticipation, longing. She felt the fullness of being a woman again. The ache of desire. She would catch herself drifting into fantasies, reading the same page of a book over and over as her body pulsed. Shaking her head, she would try to walk it off, take the out again….his eyes curious but happy as he trotted back to the park. The nights came earlier, dark by 6:30, snug on her bed, with the on her feet warming them, a cup of tea in her small hands, her mind still spinning out images, sensations, curling and uncurling. How to ignore the growing need, how to not watch the clock, to check for an email yet again, to make sure her phone was charged, to slide her hands…. no, this was not allowed. Aware of every nerve ending, she slid under the soft quilts. This sweet torture was filling her up, driving her. Turning on her side, she allowed her mind to drift, to float. She held a wooden spoon in her hand, pressed against her lips. This is how He found her. His large hand in her hair bringing her back to life. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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branded You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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Oh My plenty of room for a fantasy here (Virtual Symposium Group) use Virtual Symposium Group
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I always enjoy your prose McWickster, captivating and evocative.......!
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I'm always reading these things wrong but I think I got this one covered! (You made it easier for me.) Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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What a good girl...
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Anticipation... and control. Vive La Difference
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As much as he enjoys bringing her to life, he savors the downtime, the waiting, the preparation and anticipation. Without a crest and a trough, and everything in between, there can be no wave to ride. Nor any more to follow.
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