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That's all of your fingers and toes if you operate heavy equipment, and a little more if you live in Arkansas. If you're not 18, try reading alt.stories.boring.notsexyatall. *** I am writing this letter to say goodbye. By now it's 10 in the morning, and you probably just got out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. Most likely you've noticed I wasn't lying next to you like I had been every morning for five years, but maybe you didn't notice. Maybe you didn't even notice that my side of the bed - the left side, even though you know I prefer the right - had cooled. That I was no longer there, the pillow indented where my head had been. You've stumbled into the bathroom to relieve yourself, and you found this letter, folded neatly, with the corner tucked into the mirror frame. The letter that I was awake at 4 am on a god damned Tuesday writing. A letter that I wrote while I cried for you. I cried for you: you who can't show any more emotion than to hoot and shout with your animal friends as the Packers win another game. Can you see the tearstains? Can you see where the scribbled handwritten ink is awash in my dried tears, spreading turquoise spots in the sea of angry blue. Can you see how much I loved you, how much I tried to always love you? Can't you see the way you ripped my heart out time and time again and ate it, ate it standing right there in front of me, eating my heart, and I didn't say a word. I never said a word, because dammit I loved you. And I thought you loved me, too. Well, I'm gone now. I've left you, and if you don't know why, think about it. Think about it, think about how you can't even understand why I'm gone now, and you'll get it. You'll see. You know how much I tried to make you love me, and how much I loved you, and how much I love you even now. God damn it, you know at least that. But that's not enough, you know? It's just not enough for me to love you. No matter how much I tried to love you enough for the both of us, it doesn't work. It just doesn't work. So I've left. After five years of being married to you, it doesn't work and I've left. And I don't want you to think that this is easy for me. Because it isn't. There may have been a lot of things wrong with us, but damn it, there were a lot of things right, and I hate to leave you. There are a lot of things right about us, and I hate to leave it all behind, I hate to leave all the good, but there's so much of us that's rotten to the core. But there are things that are right, too. I'll have to admit, we were great in bed, weren't we? Do you remember homecoming? I know you must. Maybe not like I remember it, but I know you remember. I know you remember after the dance, but do you remember the dance? We were all crowded inside our tiny high school gym. It was cramped and hot: too many bodies in too small of a space. They tried to make it look formal and important, with crepe paper running across the ceiling in our school colors, blue and white, and fancy tablecloths on the same tables that we ate at every day at lunch. The DJ, some pimply kid from the AV class with good taste in music, kept playing those throbbing dance songs. I remember we both danced to the deafening thump of Madonna's bass dance beat, throwing are bodies around the dance floor, are eyes glued to each other. I also remember that slow song, and maybe you remember that, too. The air had stopped shattering itself 125 times a minute, and started to thrum. You pulled me close to you, so close are bodies pressed desperately together in the low light and oppressive heat. I remember the heat of the room and our dancing had made us both sweat. I snaked my bare arms under your too-small tux jacket around you broad chest, and I could feel your hot skin through the damp shirt. I laid my head on your chest, listening to the powerful, reassuring thump of your heart, imagined it saying, "I love you," every beat. You were planting soft kisses on my neck, your strong arms wrapped around me; our body's melted together, molten. With my head against your chest I could smell your smell, the musty scent of a man, hiding behind the tangy-sweet fragrance of Old Spice. Pressed against your body like that, I could feel the heat of you and felt my own body awakening to your attention. Trapped against your chest, my nipples began to harden; until I knew you must be able to feel them poking through the silky material of my dress - the kind you didn't wear a bra with - into your chest. I remember sighing, and feeling your own body respond to mine. I felt your growing hardness press against me. I'd never seen it, never felt it - I was the sweet girl that sat in the back of the class, not the cheerleader under the bleachers - but I could tell it was big, as it grew against me. The growing hardness only added to my own arousal. I looked you in the eyes, then, gazing into that deep blue, and kissed you, softly at first, but then aggressively, with passion and desire as I pressed my hips into your erection. I could feel my panties grow slightly damp and that full feeling in my hips that told me I was aroused. You leaned down a bit to whisper in my ear, "Do you wanna get out of here?" and then "We can get room or something." When I said yes, you were probably glad that you found a chick that would put out. I'll bet you ecstatic that I was "easy." But I want you to know that saying yes was one of the hardest things I've done. And I didn't say yes because I was easy - far from it. I said yes because I loved you, even then, and I really thought that you loved me, too. I thought that you loved and knew that you definitely would if I slept with you. And even though we never got along after that night, even though I'm leaving you know, I want you to know I never regretted saying yes. Even though if anyone else had said the same thing any other time, I would have slapped him, I never regretted saying yes. I never regretted saying yes, and not for your sake, but for mine. Maybe we always fought, and maybe you didn't love me, but damn it, the sex was always incredible. You drove us to that Motel 6 down the street, where you'd reserved a room the night before. I recognized several of the cars outside the motel as your high school buddy's, as we walked into the brown dimly lit room. There was a bed and a bathroom, but not much else. It didn't really matter; decor was the last thing on my mind. I was a nervous girl that had never "done it" before. I may have been nervous, but I was sure that I wanted it. You were strong and handsome, even now you still are. I was in love with you, and I was still turned on from the dance. So there I stood, in the middle of the room, my eyes on my feet, and WHAM, I was trapped in your arms, and you were kissing me, your tongue probing deeply into my mouth. After I got over the shock, I kissed back. I liked the feeling of being at your mercy, a slave to your passion. It felt good to put my hand to the hard, flat muscles of your chest, to sense the raw power. You sat me down on the end of bed, standing over me for a minute, tilting my head back with your hand on my chin. You bent over to kiss me as I sat there, gazing up into your eyes. Your hand went to my breast, not a squeeze or a push, it just rested there. I felt my breath come in sharply, and my breasts swell suddenly as my chest expanded from the air. My nipples swelled and hardened under your hand, and my breathing deepened. You brought your other hand to my chest, and pushed my gently back onto the bed. I was more than happy to oblige, kicking off my shoes as you had done yours, and scooting up until the pillows were under my head. You went to lay on the bed, not on top of me, as I had expected, but beside me. You traced the curves of my body with your large, gentle hand: the narrowing of my waist, and the swell of my hips. Through the thin silk of the dress, your hands felt the curve of my belly, the small hollow of my navel. As you raised you warm hand to rest just below my breast, you kissed my neck softly, moving to under my jaw, causing me to tilt my head back and moan softly. Your soft kisses migrated lower and lower on my neck, and you moved to lay over me. I spread my legs a little to accommodate yours. Your body sank on top of mine, your weight supported with your arms, so that I could feel the heat of your body. All the while you were still gently kissing and sucking at my neck. Your kisses reached my collarbone, and your tongue slowly traced the hollow of my collarbone, across the top edge of my dress. I felt you arms snake around my body, your large hand lifting me easily, allowing you to unzip the back of my dress as I began to unbutton your shirt. After you had unzipped my dress, you pushed it down - not off - exposing my breasts to the cool air. You kissed my breasts softly, just to the inside of the dark circles of my areolas, as I squirmed and breathed deeply in response to your teasing. You drew your head back, blowing gently on one nipple, then moving the stream of air to the other, watching a trail of goosebumps raise behind the cool stream of air. You kissed the undersides of my breasts, and the valley in between, lavishing attention on my firm young hills. Then you began to slide my dress slowly down the length of my body, continuing to slowly exhale over my flushed skin. As you slid the dress down you caught my panties with your thumbs, peeling them off of my damp mound, exposing the slick triangle of my pubic hair. Your cool breath meeting the wetness of my sex made my hips raise themselves off the bed, the sultry scent of my desire wafting into your nose. Without warning, your tongue darted across the length of my slit, licking up my juices and flicking across small hard pearl of my clitoris. I bit my lip and inhaled sharply, as you drew you head back from my eager hips, teasing me. Then you slipped off your unbuttoned shirt, and, standing briefly at the end of the bed, slid off your pants and boxers, exposing the full 8 inches of your horn, standing out impressively against you sculpted muscles. Spreading my legs with your gentle hands, you climb back onto the bed, your member resting fractions of an inch below the opening of my sex. I bit my lip softly, preparing myself for the intrusion of your hardness, but it didn't come. Instead, your grasped me around the waist, rolling over suddenly, so I ended up kneeling on the bed straddling you. By the soft look in your eyes, and the desire behind them, I know that you meant to let me have control of this moment, to make my own decisions, and go at my own pace. I wrapped my hand softly around the length of your hardness, feeling the heat of it as it pulsed softly in my hand. I felt more than heard you groan with pleasure as I pointed it straight up into the cool air, and position my sex so the lips would just envelope your pink head. I could feel my own nectar drip onto your hardness, my hands on your abs feeling you barely restrain a sudden thrust, wanting desperately to be inside of me. Slowly, more for my sake than yours, I let my body sink lower, feeling the heat of you fill me slowly, my walls stretching apart to accommodate something much larger than my exploratory fingers had been. I sank down onto you until I could sink no more, filled completely. You had one hand on my hip, and the other fingered my pearl lazily. I instinctively began that slow, primal dance, feeling your now wet length move inside of me. My eyes were half closed with pleasure as I rocked on top of you. My lower body trembled slightly at the half pleasure-pain my vagina. I made slow noises as I breathed heavily, and we rolled over again. You were kissing me, my mouth, my cheek, my neck, and continued the slow thrusts inside of me, my own body rippling in rhythm with yours. After we had been slowly dancing inside of each other for what seemed like hours, in slow lazy pleasure, I could feel the walls of my inner self slowly beginning to contract. Tension built up in my body, starting from my hips and radiating into my legs and my chest. I knew that the same tension was building in you as your thrusts became deeper and faster, and you breathing came raggedly between your almost clenched teeth. The pressure within me built until I could stand it no more, and my sex contracted violently, my hips bucking. I could suddenly feel the warm rush of your seed filling me, as you panted and almost let your weight collapse on top of me. We separated and you laid beside me. Both of us stared at the ceiling, panting. "I love you," I had said that night. And you didn't answer. You never answered. Goodbye. As always, I really appreciate any sort of comment you have. Direct praise/criticism/credit card number to "AlfredE65@hotmail.com" ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. They should be outside playing in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 22