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Sometimes Leaving A Bit of Clothes on is Fun

After another week of the usual college monotonies, Rose and Tom are again down at Tom’s apartment to relax on a Friday evening. The evening started with a bit of cuddling on the couch while they waited for dinner. Then, after a few board games and some playing cards, Rose wanted to move upstairs, and Tom killed everything downstairs to make it possible.

Rose came down that night wearing a ruffled black skirt, which was a bit of a change from the usual pants. For Tom, it made it a lot easier for him to feel her thighs and tease her because he had relatively open access, and Rose knew that Tom would take advantage of that. So as they cuddled on the bed, Tom slipped his hand back under the skirt, and began massaging Rose’s thighs. Continue reading »

I glanced at the clock for what seemed the millionth time that day and sighed mentally and physically as I noted it was only three minutes later than when I had last looked at it. The feeling of anticipation, excitement and a touch of fear poured through me again practically flooring me with its intensity. It had been so long since our last meeting that I could hardly wait for him to return. Him. Rowan, the man who had captured my heart and soul all those years ago. Because of business and other matters we rarely got to see one another but when we did it made up for all the longing and lonely nights. He was due to arrive sometime that evening and would be staying at my house for the week while on business. I had worked myself up into quite a knot waiting for him and was honestly unsure about how much more my poor abused emotions could handle. Continue reading »

The desire was unbearable, but she only had herself to blame, she reflected. After all, she wouldn’t even be here if she had not practically forced herself over to his apartment in a drunken spell, claiming that she couldn’t sleep while her roommate’s boyfriend was at her place. It was half the truth, anyway. The guy did have a bad habit of snoring and hogging the bathroom in the morning.

The full truth of it was, she wanted to sleep next to him again. To feel his body relax against her curves, to fit together in the dark. Sometimes, he put his arm around her and pulled her closer, making her heart race. But all too soon, he would wake and move away, leaving her cold and aching to feel him again. Over and over this would happen, and she would lay awake for hours after he slept, watching his face in the shadowy darkness. Her mind would wander to dangerous territories, and she would think about what it would be like to be his lover, and not just his friend. Continue reading »

The summer heat that had boiled central Washington State dry continued into September. Working in the restaurant had become almost unbearable for Teresa. She wished the restaurant had air conditioning, but there just wasn’t the money. However, what she desired even more was word from John. She had not heard from him since he had left the Monday morning of the holiday weekend.

It was now into the second week of September and he still had not contacted her. Teresa realized that she could phone or even email him. However, that would confirm to both of them that this meant more to her than just a casual affair. Nevertheless, thoughts of John were always on her mind, especially when she was alone in bed. She longed for his touch. Continue reading »

Torturing Tom

On Saturday, Rose asked Tom what his thoughts on trying a little bondage on his arms and being blindfolded. Tom wasn’t too bothered by the blindfold, but the bondage idea he wasn’t terribly keen on, but he did agree to try it and see.

After an afternoon of getting work done, with Tom heading up onto campus with Rose, they returned back to Rose’s apartment, and while the rest were away, proceeded to cuddle for a bit. However, Rose remembered that at anytime one of her three roommates could return, and so they decided to head down to Tom’s for a late dinner. Continue reading »

WEEK NINE – ALLOWING SPONTANEITY

You are complete, yes, you are your own. We do not belong together…

I was off to a good start; and I knew it. I could feel it.

You are complete, just you all alone. I am unfinished, I am diminished…with or without you. We do not belong together…and we should have belonged together. What made it so right together is what made it all wrong…

I was completely at one with Stephen Sondheim’s “Move On” from SUNDAY IN THE PARK, even if I was singing the Barbra Streisand rendition. And the words so matched how I was feeling, Mr. B’s advice about using too much of the present in the work be damned. This couldn’t be wrong. It felt so deliciously sublime. Continue reading »