Message-ID: <18996eli$9901220354@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: miramalin@aol.com (MiraMalin) Subject: Always left like that (1/5) (M/f - no sex - awwwwww) 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: <19990110195008.21253.00003959@ngol07.aol.com> A little romantic vignette - comments via newsgroup would be much appreciated. Always left like that And now....a forever after....he looked at you, astonished and anxious. When you had last spoken to him, a quick greeting before you headed fled from her, you had left him feeling the wealthiest man in the world, but now, when you returned to him you seemed like spare change. Your dress must have been the same, there wasn't a mark or a tear on it; but it seemed to have lost its sheen; it hung down on your frame like a shapeless hessian sack. The only thing that looked worse than the dress was your face. The bloom was off your cheeks; your hair hung down like a tattered rag. The mascara you'd so carefully applied was streaked by tears. He stared, unable to decide whether to comfort you or let you work it out yourself. When you lifted your head and he saw the glimmer of tears still rimming your eyes, he made up his mind. Taking you by the shoulder, he led you into his sitting room. You were was an adult woman and he felt you could handle it yourself, a friend agreeing with you about being alone like this. All the same this woman, this girl in front of him, crying your eyes out - could he find some way to make up for you not getting your dream: could he give you the best of times to help you forget your troubles. Excusing himself for a second, he slipped into the kitchen and came back with a couple of glasses of white Saumur sparkling wine, a white serviette carefully placed over his arm. "Ce table suffiras, mam'selle?" he asked, bowing. There was just the hint of a smile through you tears as you sat down and raised the glass to your lips. He put the other one on the table and went over to the stereo, flipping through his CDs. Yes, jazz was right. He must have something appropriate. Hmmm, maybe this would do: slow and mellow - Billie H - always a good choice, right? He started the play and turned to face you. "Voulez-vous dancer avec moi ce soir?" He bowed deeply and looked up at you from under his eyebrows. You blinked away your tears and gave him a tentative smile. He swept you into his arms as Billie's mellow voice played quietly in the room. "Tous les deux pieds gauches je regrette," he apologized. "Oh, no, you're great and your feet are just right," you answered, your chin tucked under his shoulder as you clung to him. "I couldn't..." You broke into tears. "Oubliez-la. Sa memoire ne vaut plus la peine," he insisted. "La nuit est speciale. C’est votre dance et vous allez vous amuser bien. Et ca c'est ca. Et top!" He softened his teasing with a grin as he looked down into your eyes. “I know the memory is not worth it, but it still hurts so much. And with you, yes the night is marvellous - no wonderful - you make me feel so special.” “Bof,” he shrugged. “Silly man,” you reached up and gave him a little affectionate kiss on the cheek, but found he had left you like that....again...... Ou est le sex d'antant - If you're good I might put some sex in part 2 or not - ~¿~ Love and Light Miramalin -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----