Message-ID: <17030eli$9811062238@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: miramalin@aol.com (MiraMalin) Subject: Let the tears flow freely (M/f romantic) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19981104082249.20334.00003515@ng141.aol.com> A little romance in all this sex - enjoy and repost as you choose. PATMiramalin Then let the tears flow freely 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) "This blue is not right…neither is this green… what is wrong? They were okay yesterday…" throwing down the brushes in disgust and grabbing her jacket she headed for the door. Winter had blown into town the week before - grey skies and as the wind whipped her hair into her face, she brushed it back absentmindedly. Walking slowly toward the beach, she noticed how quiet everything was: not many cars or people on the street but it was still early and a Sunday besides. A good day to be by the fireplace with nice cup of coffee, snuggling and talking about nothing and everything, giggling, laughing. Shaking her head, she continued walking. She noticed for the first time how grey the sky and clouds were - she sighed - even the grey isn't right. It isn't the grey she would use - it's… it's… it's HIS grey. Damn it! Leave it be, she thought to herself, striding a little faster she tried to distance herself from her thoughts and his words to her. But it was no good for they keep invading her mind, her heart…her spirit. "I need some space"he had said. "I need time to...to?" Even he didn't know why he needed to be away from her. It wasn't her or their relationship, it was just that he needed to sort everything out. And the look in his eyes told her so much. She could see pain, hurt, frustration and yet desire and passion, but at that moment, neither of them knew which was which… Turning away so he couldn't see her pain, she had responded "I understand, but don't stay away too long… k?" "Oh angel," he sighed deeply.. "Even you know the answer to that.....I will return to your side, I promise". Trembling, but again hiding it from him, she suppressed a tearful lump rising in her throat"Then go - go now - before I ask for more." Silently watching her, knowing how badly she was hurt and wanting to go to her, to comfort her, to tell her it will be okay, he hesitated. He just needed time and yet took one step towards her. Then he stopped and walked slowly away. As the distance between them grew, it seemed like the sky became darker and colder. She clutched her fists together tightly, willing herself not to cry. Without turning around he spoke softly… "I'll be in touch." Looking back, though, through tear speckled eyes, she had known something wasn't right when she answered the door to let him in. His body was ridged and he wasn't smiling. Handing her a red rose, his eyes searched hers for a long moment. She stood there, not knowing what to do, but then she smiled and he softened and smiled back. "Come on in, dinner's almost ready." Putting his coat in the closet, he noticed something different. "Hey.. you changed the room around - again!" Laughingly, she replied, "Yes, I keep trying for the perfect combination.. not quite there yet, but almost got it." The couch was against the wall under the window… two chairs and a glass table were in front of the fireplace. "Why not the couch by the fire?" he asked studying the layout of the room. She frowned… "Don't know.. just seemed cozier with the chairs there." He liked her style - blues and grays - and, smiling to himself.. the black and burgundy pillows.. just for color? or.. to show the world she doesn't care. Watching her in the kitchen, she reminded him of a 16 year-old kid… hair pulled back in a ponytail - jeans, a crop-top t-shirt and, chuckling to himself, a dab of blue paint on her cheek. "Trying your hand at painting?" Blushing slightly she replied, "Yes, how did you know? I probably should leave it to my brother, though. I am not doing too good here. I can't even get the right colors. Think he inherited that talent from Grandma and Mother rather than me." Striding over to the stereo, and pulling a CD from the collection, he turned on the player and adjusted the volume. Looking up, he could see a startled look on her face… "Now why should she look like that?" he wondered. As the music filled the room… they both were affected… almost at the same moment… it always did that… especially that cd… "Come here Milady…" She glanced up as her words od protest drifted away unspoken. He was looking straight at her, and his voice became a little stronger... "Come here… now.." She poured two glasses of wine and walked slowly back into the living room. The music and him seemed to be pulling her there almost against her will. Handing him a glass, she took a sip and tasted the fruit and the texture. He took her into his arms and slowly they started to dance, a little romance. Sighing softly, she wanted this moment to last forever, but she knew, deep in her heart, things were destined to change. Lifting her chin with his hand, he saw her eyes were bright with unshed tears. "What's this, sweetness - tears?" Brushing them away with the back of her hand, " Must be from the onions I was cutting up.." "Don't think so somehow angel" Their bodies swayed slowly to the beat of the music... "No, really… I'm fine…" Taking her glass and setting both glasses down on the table, his arms held her closer. "She can't know that something is bothering me - can she?" He reached up and took the clip from her hair, letting the curls fall down around her shoulders. "Ah, that's better… " Nuzzling her shoulder, he found the spot - kissed her there and felt her melt into him. She tilted her head slightly as if to offer him her neck to make her his forever. Yet she noticed he hesitated. Then his lips touched hers and he heard her moan. The kiss deepened and she trembled, taking his lips away only long enough to remove her t-shirt, he kissed her again - this time taking her tongue inside his mouth - making her lips a feast for him. As his strong hands caressed her soft skin, he noticed that tonight her bra was satin and knew from past experiences her panties would match - same colour, same fabric. That thought made him harder than he already was. Slowly he unzipped her jeans and watched her shrug them to the floor -- he was right. She reached for him… and kissed him gently as she unbutton his shirt, one button at a time. And one kiss, for each button… one… two… three… four.. five…her kisses were so sweet. He wished he had a hundred buttons! As her hands caressed his chest, he moaned with pleasure and the beat of the music lifted them both to another place as they gave to each other kiss upon kiss.... their passions giving way to desires... .... And then he was gone. Almost fainting, she reached the jetty. She reassured herself that it was going to be okay. It's not like he was leaving her forever - only for a short while.....Yet the tears she had been holding back now were released and laying her head upon her arms, she let the tears flow freely. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----