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From: miramalin@aol.com (MiraMalin)
Subject: Let the tears fall slowly part 2 (M/f romance very mild d/s)
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A requested follow on from the earlier tears. Enjoy - this is fairly
harmless but there is a little discrete and mild sex - so be warned. Enjoy
and repost as you will but give credit where credit is due as I do to my sweet
jewel. Mira
Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong
fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache
with sorrow. Solitude is the ally of sorrow as well
as a companion of spiritual exaltation. (Kahil Gibran)
Her sobs could not be heard over the pounding of the waves breaking against the
jetty. Exhausting herself momentarily at the heaviness in her heart, as he
would have expected from her, she took a deep, cleansing breath. She lifted
her head and gazed out over the vast waters that separated them.
The glow of the moonlight danced like flames in her eyes, wrapping the heavy
cardigan, his sweater, tightly around her to shake the chill as his arms had
warmed her so many times, she stood and walked back over the sand to the house.
Time will pass, as it always does, and he will return to her - she knew he
would.
She was awakened by the pounding of the rain against the roof, her sleep had
been restless, again, as had many of her nights since he had left her. Her
desire for him only served to torture her more in her sleeping hours, her
dreams, although sometimes comforting, would leave her longing for his touch
even more. The sheets were tussled, a bed unmade by her turning throughout the
stormy night.
It had been a long, cold winter and no matter what the weather had brought, she
made her daily trek out to the jetty to look out toward where he was. His
calls, few and far in between, echoed broken by the harsh winter. She missed
him so.
"Enough of this..." she spoke the words out loud to herself. Then, rising
from her bed, she wrapped herself in her gown and headed for her shower. She
lingered while the water droplets danced on her flesh. She again allowed her
mind to wander to the times that he had shared with her. She could not help
smiling softly as her own fingers lingered over her body, but it was not her
touch that she felt. No, it was his and she allowed herself to pleasure her
own, as he would have done so many times before. Strangely enough, she began
to feel his presence strongly. In fact more powerfully than ever....lost in her
mind's eye and then she knew.
"Oh, I have missed you so..." she would have crooned as his strong hands
reached around her, sliding firmly over her breasts and his lips nuzzling into
the flesh of her neck."Ohhhhh, be here, if only you were really here !"
"Shhh, yes , I am here....now, be still," he commanded in her head." Do as I
say".
The throbbing of her wanton thoughts, and the pounding pull between her
thighs were unbearable, she needed him. Taking her hands and pulling them above
her head, he would have taken his tie, and proceeded to wrap it around her
delicate wrists, hooking them against the foot of the bed to hold her there.
He would have slid around to her front, he devoured her, inch by inch with a
firey bite to each lick, passionate and harsh, but hungry with desire, her
moans were gutteral, needy. Burying his head between her thighs, he would have
feasted until he again spoke again:
"Spread those legs for me, Now!! Don't make me wait another moment"
She would obediently part her legs for him, her head hung back, totally at his
mercy, Her mind would have drifted into his. She was his possession, and she
loved it. His tongue would dart between the lips that held a swollen jewel.
She cried out, how she had longed for him, and now, he was truly with her
When neither of them could stand another moment, as he had done so often in the
past, he would stand quickly and shift behind her, patting her awaiting rump.
He would place one hand on the small of her back and his other arm around her
stomach. He would push her into a dipping position that almost forced her rear
into his hardness. In her mind, he nearly exploded just at the sight of her,
once she was where he wanted her. He restrained himself, even as he had
restrained her and grabbed at her hips.
Holding her tightly, he thrust himself deep inside with a groan of a wild
animal pounding, slowly at first, deep thrusts, and withdrawing almost to
parting them, again, over and over her took her. His pace quickened, his
thrusts more powerful and she thought she would split in half. She reached up,
twisting and pulling at her swollen nipples as he continued to pound and thrust
until he could stand no more.
"You are mine....and always will be....Mine.....you belong to me....." and
letting out the most delicious of groans, she exploded herself as his hot love
would meld with her deep within her....And again, they had become one.....
Yet as she came back to herself, the wetness of joy was slowly followed by a
shuddering sob. The wetness trickling down her cheek and the wind whistling
across the bay and the fact that her thighs did not sting made her alert to the
silence in the house. And in the almost eerie quiet, she gradually became
aware that she and her sobs were still alone, alone in a house of tears.
MiraMalin 11/98
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