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Subject: Wanting it as she imagined (M/F  no sex very mild d/s)
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A story without sex again - } :-( - how sad making.  Nevertheless, I hope that
less jaundiced souls enjoy it.  Repost as you will but give credit to Miramalin
and Milady K.    Does anyone know if there is a romantic stories newsgroup
anywhere?  Comments appreciated - via a.s.s. newsgroup if you are not on aol
please.

Miramalin 12/98



The sunset was darker than she had seen in a long time.  There would no
moonlight to pierce the heavy blackness.  She stood on the balcony looking out,
knew the ocean was there and could hear the crashing of the waves.  The night
was so dark though, that she could barely see the white caps of the waves
crashing against the shore.

She could smell the salty ozone filled air, so rich, so powerful in it's
allure, drawing her breathe from her again and again.  The stretch of beach
right in front was hidden from her view, but she knew every rock, every dip and
could have walked along it blindfolded. Ah yes! Blindfolded - the very thought
made her heart race - just wanting it as she imagined.  

He had instructed her to be prepared tonight, told her to stay home, and yet,
it was after midnight and still nothing. She sighed deeply and turned around to
stare at the patio door that was open.  Why isn't he here?  Is he making her
wait again?  Punishing her, again, for getting the upper-hand last time?  

Smiling, she remembered how delightful it had been, how she had made him weak
with desire, moaning her name as she pleasured him.  " I do believe it was the
feather that put him over the edge," she giggled, whispering to herself. "Yes,
it definitely was the feather." Oh how she had teased his body until he could
take no more.   

The lone cry of a seagull pulled her back to the present.  Taking another sip
of wine, she reflected on how much control he seemed to have over her
sometimes.  It wasn't so much of being "controlled" as it was her not being "in
control" that bothered her.  Maybe that is why it was such a heady, powerful
feeling when she knew he was under her spell.  The lovers dance that they did
together was exquisite, swaying back and forth -- first he was in control and
then it was her turn -- pleasures given, pleasures received.  

It was almost as if they couldn't do enough for each other.  Both wanted to
take the other to the very edge.  After all this time, you would think the
feelings and desires would have cooled, and yet, each time was better than the
last, stimulating the senses, challenging their imagination to creative new and
exciting ways to please the other.  

A soft gentle breeze blew against her body.  Smiling, she closed her eyes and
let it caress her skin.  He would like the outfit she had on tonight.  She had
seen it at the back of one of the large wardrobes around the chateau and knew
she had to wear it tonight.  A soft dark blue stone-washed silk skirt and
blouse, with silver strands of thread making up a pattern, reminded her of
fireworks floating back to the earth.  The pattern was so subtle you didn't
even know it was there until you looked closer.  The blouse was short -- just
barely touching the top of the skirt -- so every once in a while, when she
moved, her bare skin was exposed.  The skirt was long and flowing, and keeping
her eyes closed, she twirled around and around, feeling it move sensually
against her.  The bracelet, with the silver hearts -- the one he had given her
-- was dangling on her wrist.  When she touched it to her lips, she could feel
him standing before her, smiling patiently down at her, almost being able to
read her silly romantic thoughts.  

It was that thought of him being so close that made her decide to go for a
walk.  It would be better than just waiting here.  Before leaving she took a
final sip of the wine to warm her further and thought about taking a
flashlight.  She knew the beach though and thought to herself that after she
got away from the lights of the castle, her eyes would adjust and she would be
able to see perfectly.  

The air was cool and as she walked slowly, wrapping a shawl around her
shoulders.  She looked up at the night sky, gazing at the stars twinkling
between the rushing clouds.  She rolled her hips back and forth, like the waves
rolling over the surface of the open sea, before crashing into the shallows,
breaking on the edges of the rocks.  
She knew though she would not trip or crash into the rocks for she knew them
and their histories and geography almost intimately -- or did she? She thought
that her eyes were playing tricks on her, when, attracted by a flicker of
light, she looked towards the far side of the beach.  Yes, there near the big
boulder on which she always sat and reflected, she saw flickers of light.

"Hmmmm… now what could that be?"  she wondered as something deep within her
drew her closer, almost against her will.  Five candles glowing from crystal
holders cast a pale circle of light upon the sand.  She stopped and looked
around, but didn't see anyone.   

"I've been waiting for you," he said quietly.  The voice, his voice, seemed to
come from above her head and she tripped in alarm, her blouse flying up,
leaving the flesh of her belly bared to his gaze, as she sprawled in the sand.
 

"Oh! You frightened me, Count!"  As he reached a hand down to her to steady
her, a flicker of concern crossing his brow, to be replaced by a look of
amusement as he gazed at his unhurt beauty.  She sat up on one of the smaller
rocks feeling faint and a little cross at him and his midnight pranks.

"What's the matter, Milady?  Did you think it could be a brigand perhaps?"  She
could almost see the evil grin on his face. "A brigand bent on bringing a fair
ship to land on these rocky shores, to be pillaged and looted?"  

"I am pleased you are amused, milord. you almost made my heart stop -- you
scared me so.  And yes, you have brought this frigate crashing to a halt at
your feet it seems for once "   

Laughing, He knelt down and gazed into her eyes.   " Ship-wrecked or not my
love, you are so beautiful.  Heart stilled or no, this candlelight brings out
the shine in your eyes!"   

She looked into his eyes and smiled softly.  Oh how she loved this man who had
come into her life just when she needed someone the most.  A dark cloud of
thought went through her mind over the disrepair of her dress due to his
foolery.  She shook it away for later and an equivalent revenge in time.  

"But should the shine of those eyes distract us any longer," he murmured,
taking a blindfold, even as she had imagined, from his top pocket and covering
her eyes.  Now she would have to  dwell on her revenge in darkness true.  Could
that wait though, now he was standing there -- cradling her in his arms - Oh he
had looked so handsome and rugged against the descending sun.  He had captured
her heart even as he now captured her sight, but she smiled secretly to herself
- I'll never tell him that!  

Taking her hand in his, he gently pulled her to him.  Closing his arms tightly
around her, he breathed in her scent, and that, combined with the ocean air,
excited him.

"You feel so good" she said snuggling closer to him, "How long have you been
here?"     

"Oh, about an hour," he softly whispered in her ear.   "I was watching you, saw
you dancing on the balcony and was just waiting for you to come to me."

"Ah and what if I would not have come down here. What would you have done?"
She whispered back, as she kissed him on his cheek.     

"Milady, you would have come to me eventually, for you see you are drawn to me
as the waves are drawn to these rocks."

"Oh yes?" she asked, raising her eyebrows and pouting at his supposed ownership
of her emotions.  

"No," He replied firmly, " I don't think… I know so."   

Kissing her passionately he proved once again that he was right.  She was drawn
to him like a moth to a flame knowing it would be burned, and yet wanting it
just the same.  

"To hell with him anyway, " she muttered under her breath, as he kissed that
secret spot on her shoulder, the one that always sent her world spinning away.
  

"To hell with him," she mouthed, even as he smothered her lips in a kiss and
crushed her arms in his embrace.  She wouldn't let him know how much he
affected her, how his very presence started the fire deep within her and how
her desire for him made her wet and hot with longing.

Miramalin   


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