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 I haven't heard from you in two days.  I check occasionally, to see if I
have missed a call somehow or to see if my phone is even still
working...for months we have had daily contact, so to be without you
suddenly seems...empty and wrong.  And what's more, I am starting to worry,
a vicious quality of my nature.  To only believe something AWFUL has
happened...he has moved on, gone to jail, died in his sleep.

   Feeling utterly ridiculous, I slide into the tub, close my eyes...let my
head fall back against the porcelain.  The water is so hot that my skin
turns red.  The sounds outside are of leaves falling, tapping softly
against the windows, a neighbor's dog howling at the full moon, the
occasional slam of a car door...inside the house it is quiet, save the soft
music filling my ears as I soak.

   "I got plans for both of us that involve a trip out of town To a place
I've seen in a magazine That you left lying around I can't hold my liquor
but I keep a good attitude Because it's all right, some enchanted night
I'll be with you"

   Hoisting myself from the still water, I wrap a warm towel around my
body, and slide into my sheets, water still clinging to my skin.  I go to
bed with the window open, a chilly breeze against my cheek.  I am dreaming
of you before I know it, replacing the cool air with your gentle kisses. 
Tracing a path down your silky chest with my fingertips.  Hearing your
almost-inaudible moan as my fingers move further down.  Now I am deep
asleep.  I don't hear him slide into bed beside me.  I don't notice his
rough kiss on my shoulder as he drifts to sleep.  I don't remind him to
lock the front door.

   Waking up is torturous at 3 am...I do it often, for my job requires it,
but it doesn't get easier.  The sound of my cell phone ringing from the
night stand often sounds like an air raid to me.  It means no sleep!  No
rest until when?  Tomorrow?  The next night?  The next?  But now, the only
thing I am aware of when I awake is a firm hand covering my mouth.  My eyes
widen to take in the dim light.  My body curls protectively away from the
source of my entrapment.  Another hand is on my thigh, pressing me deep
into the bed, trying to prevent my violent thrashing...I gather my wits,
relax my muscles, and look up.

   Your eyes are staring back at me.  I am not dreaming anymore.  I am
afraid.

   You don't wait for me to change my mind.  Scooping up my body into your
arms, you pause to cover me with a sheet against the cold.  Oh, my
God...the things that are going over in my mind...all those lost
conversations when I told you I would not be afraid, that I would do all
the things I had promised, that we could find a place to get lost...and
here, now, you are stealing me away from my life and I am afraid.  Not of
you, but of myself.  My own dreams, urges, sensations...what I am coming
home to, IF I am coming home.  I can't help it - in a fever of emotion, I
cry.

   You have a car waiting, of course, sitting in the street behind my
house, engine running.  The driver nods as you enter the car with my naked
form in your arms.  I want to speak, but I don't know what to say.  You
don't wait for me.

   "You don't want to come?" Wiping tears from my cheek.  Your face is
beautiful in the half light, lips full and soft, eyes wide and shining.

   "I do...I do...I just...I didn't know...I thought you were...."
Sentences refuse to form, instead witless words spit from my mouth.  "I was
worried."

   You smile.  "I was on my way to you...I didn't want to warn you.  I was
afraid you would change your mind.  I wanted it to be real..." You have
been rearranging us as you speak, shifting into the seat and placing me on
my knees before you, my head resting on your thigh.  "You weren't
lying...you really do sleep naked..."

   I laugh.  "I didn't lie about anything," I say.  The car begins to move.
I am shocked that no one has seen us, nor apparently even noticed that I am
gone.  I move to sit beside you on the seat but your hands are firm on my
shoulders.

   "No...I have you where I want you...please..." You rest against the back
of the seat as I unzip your jeans, freeing the erection that has been
building since you came to my house and found the door unlocked...this
cruel fantasy come to life before your eyes...nothing like breaking and
entering to drain all the blood from one's brain.  And on your lips again,
"Please..."

   I take you in my mouth ever so slowly, pushing my tongue into the tip
and sucking until you can go no deeper.  Your hands tangle in my hair,
pulling against the roots, hurting.

   "And it will be more like a song and less like it's math If you pull on
my hair, and bite me like that And the truth is that I can't hardly wait
And I don't care if we stay up too late Don't answer the phone Don't answer
the phone..."

   You continue pressing in and out of my mouth, shoving against the back
of my throat until I spasm with a cough and it tips you over the edge,
filling my mouth and throat.  A sound from you, more like a groan, a
whisper of pleasure...you pull me up and into your lap, burying your face
in my hair.  My legs straddle your hips, and my nakedness suddenly feels
vulnerable.  You kiss me, nipping at my lower lip.  I feel something melt
inside me...the fear?...and what is left is the feeling that you could do
anything you wanted and I would accept it without hesitation.

   The car has been in steady motion for an hour.  "Where are we going?" I
keep asking, but you won't tell me.  I am peering out the window at an
unfamiliar landscape - gravel road, trees, brilliant yellow signs
proclaiming "No Trespassers." I can feel that we are climbing in elevation,
but what mountain is this?  I have lived here my entire life and I have
never seen it before.

   "Wait and see," you say.

   "Burning every bridge that I cross to find some beautiful place to get
lost..."

   And when the land cuts off in a glorious horizon, a dazzling view of
faraway autumn forest, no cars for millions of miles (it seems) the car
finally stops.  Before us, a small house, cottage really, made of stone. 
The sun is rising as you gently wrap me up in the sheet again, pulling me
with some force out of the car.  I am taking in the scene and wondering if
I maybe died in my sleep...or maybe I am still dreaming...this is not a
real place, after all.  The sky pours lavender light down over your face as
you pull me after you, chasing the sunrise.  Over the back half of the
house, a fenced garden filled with the last flowers of the fall, asters and
pansies and soft grass which is still green despite the season.

   "When first we laid eyes I swore to no compromise until I felt my caress
on your skin"

   Standing here, watching the sunlight flicker against the windowpanes, I
feel the moist dew on the grass beneath my feet.  I am cold, shivering,
realizing fully the extent of my situation.  "I have no clothes," I muse
aloud.  You laugh and strip the sheet from me, revealing my nakedness to
the morning.

   "Hard light, take the wings of the winter Song bird, they were strong
hands that held her Miles above ground, we can't see you now Morning took
the reins from the rider Strong hands on the lap behind her They tear her
nightgown, we can't see you now..."

   I scream and run away, but I have no shoes and my feet slip easily in
the damp grass so I get nowhere fast.  You are behind me, hands around my
waist, lifting me again, hauling me over your shoulder.  You carry me
inside the cottage.  Out the front window I see the car moving away slowly,
traveling back down the gravel road in into the wilderness.  "We're stuck
now," you say.

   In front of the fireplace sits a worn sofa, wooden at the base with
dozens of soft velvet cushions.  Upon the floor is a huge pile rug.  Toward
this you carry me, setting me down on the rug and firmly pressing my legs
back toward my shoulders.  Now I know you can see me, no hiding when naked
and spread, and I must blush because suddenly you look thoughtful.  Your
fingers explore my folds, sliding up and down, pinching and probing
deeply..."GAAAAHHHH" I moan, and melt again, feeling the heat between my
legs building and warming my entire body.  You kiss my neck, bite my
collarbone, run the tip of your tongue down my chest until you take my
nipple into your mouth sweetly, like you are tasting candy.  I arch my back
and take your head in my hands, urging you ever southward.  Reading my
movements you press my inner thighs outward even further, exposing my
clitoris to your tongue.  Softly licking there, stirring sensations deep,
sucking it into your mouth until I feel like I could burst...simultaneously
sliding your fingers inside me, spreading them painfully until I am
begging, begging for a release from this slow building tension...sliding
your now-wet fingers out and pressing one forcefully in my ass, oh the heat
is unbearable and I writhe as you continue to drink me up...finally,
finally the release and I feel as if my legs could collapse there with you
between them, feeling your hair brush against the inside of my calves.

   Your face is shiny, smiling up at me, watching the last of the spasms
that burst forth from my muscles.  Shaken, limp, I fall against the soft
cushion, eyes closed.  But you are not yet ready to let me rest.  I feel
your hands on my hips, shoving me roughly around, pinning me forward.  I am
on my knees, cheek on the sofa, legs spread beneath me like an awkward
frog. You pull my arms around behind me and clasp my wrists with one hand.
My weight falls forward and I am unable to move or free myself.  With your
free hand, you spread me apart, exposing my wet insides to your view. 
"Mmmmmmmmmm...." I feel the tip of your erection touch me, moving up and
down the length of my labia.  I buck my hips against you, using my body to
beg, pleeeassee...don't make me wait any longer.  But you do make me wait,
sliding languidly in and out ever so slightly, and finally sinking in full
length in one fast stroke, so deep that I can feel your stomach against my
ass.  I feel your fingernails scratch my back as you begin to shove in and
out, feel my muscles tighten around you, hear you gasp at the sensation.

   "But oh, if I could only get you oceanside To lay your muscles wide It'd
be heavenly..."

   My breaths are jagged as you plunge inside my body, painfully deep,
until I feel your climax building and hear the trembling gasp on your lips.
The warm liquid fills my vagina and you hold yourself deep inside, pulling
my thighs back toward your body, refusing to let go.  And when our bodies
part, I find myself soaked with sweat, your sticky come running down the
inside of my legs.  You push me back again, opening my legs to see the
result of your work.  Touching the tip of your finger to my body as liquid
continues to flow there.

   We shower together.  I want to touch every part of you, remember the
shape and feel of your body underneath my hands in case I never see you
again.  I slide my wet hands over your face, your neck, shoulders, drag my
fingernails over your nipples to see you shiver.  You never take your eyes
away from me.  My hair is wet and dripping, our bodies slide against one
another easily under the hot spray.  Silently you position me again as you
wish, hands splayed against the ceramic tile, legs apart.  I feel your face
in my hair and your hands prying me apart again, making sure that every
part of my body belongs to you in the most intimate way.

   You slide a finger in my ass again, deeper than before, spreading me
apart, hurting.  I pull away instinctively, protecting myself against your
probing finger but you are holding me down, there is no way to escape.  I
am afraid of what you are planning, afraid of the pain.  I close my eyes as
you find my back entrance with the tip of your cock, pushing yourself in
painfully slowly.  The wetness of the shower is not enough to ease this
journey and you pull out suddenly, leaving a raw ache where you had been.
Rummaging for lotion, fingers again are applied...slippery cream spread
inside me.  You make a second attempt, and I feel my muscles fighting
against this thick invasion, but to no avail.  You begin pumping in and out
as I cling to the wall of the shower, knees bent, cheek pressing hard into
the tile.  I am begging you to come, the pain is more than I can take, but
you don't hear me.  In fact, you slow your rhythm, pulling nearly all the
way out before pushing back inside slowly.  I feel like I might fall,
faint, die before you finally release inside me, triggering a spasm of
muscle before pulling out and catching my limp body in your arms.

   My head is swimming with thoughts, moments we have shared before,
stories I have wanted to tell you.  But all I can do is lay my head on your
chest and sleep, my body shaking and exhausted.  You promised me this, and
here it has come to pass...is there enough time for all the things we have
to say and do?