was to throw back his head and laugh.
‘You’re laughing at me!’ she exclaimed, horrified.
He placed his cup and saucer down on the tray. Then, pulling her into his arms, he caressed her hair with both his hands and kissed her full on the lips. She struggled but he was too strong for her and she finally gave in to his kiss and caresses.
When she was calm again in his arms, he released her and told her, ‘Yes, I’m laughing at you.’
Then he attacked his plate of scrambled eggs by forking some of them on to a piece of crisp toast. He bit into it and Eden watched him savour every morsel and sip from his coffee cup. He was a joy to watch if for no other reason than his sheer enthusiasm for life’s pleasures.
Finally he spoke. ‘Women never cease to amaze me. I have met and passed by hundreds, thousands, who were no less invisible than in the scene you just described to me. I never gave them a second glance because they were lost, had given up their sexuality, their passion for lust and coming, exchanged it for some sort of second-rate existence that excluded sex. They wore that expression like a medal of honour, as if they had earned it in the battle of the sexes and won. Part-time or full-time celibacy their reward.
‘I could never imagine you, Eden, even contemplating joining that brigade. I would have given you more credit than ever to have allowed yourself to be hoodwinked into retiring to a life so foreign to who and what you are. You were sold the bag of senseless insecurities that comes to women with middle age. Or maybe being in love and lust with Garfield and falling out of it burned you out. Was it one of those decisions women make when they have paid too high a price for love? No, never again the pain, the laying down of one’s soul for a bastard to walk over? Better the occasional fuck where you can leave the love and sacrifice out of it. Go for an alternative that delivers peace and quiet, and is a safe house to dwell in.
‘Well, for a smart lady you took a wrong turn. You lost yourlustre, forgot how good it was to shine and spin the world in your hands. Now pass me that dish of peach halves, my beauty, and I’ll suck them from your cunt and you’ll love it.’
With that he removed the breakfast tray from the bed and pulled the sheet covering them from the bed.
Several hours later Sebastian walked Eden back to her house and she played the cello for him. Lost in the music of Schubert, she played with a passion that had been missing from her performances for years. She played as she had during the height of her career and was aware that a rebirth of some sort was already happening for her. Eden licked her lips. She could taste the sweetness of the peaches Sebastian had fed from his mouth to hers, and they were all the more succulent because they were tinged with her orgasms. Eden knew that she had been given a second introduction to an erotic world she had missed to the very core of her being. She looked up from her instrument and was not surprised to see that Sebastian was no longer in the room with her. No wonder so many women fall in love with him, she mused. Sebastian Morell always knew when and how to make an exit.
She put her bow down on the music stand and rose from her chair. Stowing her cello in its case, then the bow, she closed it and went to the window from where she saw Sebastian walking slowly down the path leading to the port. Her eye strayed from him to the closed and shuttered house that still belonged to Garfield.
While Eden understood Sebastian and how he felt about love, she could not accept, refused to accept, that the love she’d once had with Garfield had been no more than futile obsession with oblivion its destination. Was she still in love with him, after all the years that had passed? No, she thought not. It was more that she was still in love with being in love with another human being. Of self-sacrifice that was returned threefold by the mere opening up wholly to
‘You’re laughing at me!’ she exclaimed, horrified.
He placed his cup and saucer down on the tray. Then, pulling her into his arms, he caressed her hair with both his hands and kissed her full on the lips. She struggled but he was too strong for her and she finally gave in to his kiss and caresses.
When she was calm again in his arms, he released her and told her, ‘Yes, I’m laughing at you.’
Then he attacked his plate of scrambled eggs by forking some of them on to a piece of crisp toast. He bit into it and Eden watched him savour every morsel and sip from his coffee cup. He was a joy to watch if for no other reason than his sheer enthusiasm for life’s pleasures.
Finally he spoke. ‘Women never cease to amaze me. I have met and passed by hundreds, thousands, who were no less invisible than in the scene you just described to me. I never gave them a second glance because they were lost, had given up their sexuality, their passion for lust and coming, exchanged it for some sort of second-rate existence that excluded sex. They wore that expression like a medal of honour, as if they had earned it in the battle of the sexes and won. Part-time or full-time celibacy their reward.
‘I could never imagine you, Eden, even contemplating joining that brigade. I would have given you more credit than ever to have allowed yourself to be hoodwinked into retiring to a life so foreign to who and what you are. You were sold the bag of senseless insecurities that comes to women with middle age. Or maybe being in love and lust with Garfield and falling out of it burned you out. Was it one of those decisions women make when they have paid too high a price for love? No, never again the pain, the laying down of one’s soul for a bastard to walk over? Better the occasional fuck where you can leave the love and sacrifice out of it. Go for an alternative that delivers peace and quiet, and is a safe house to dwell in.
‘Well, for a smart lady you took a wrong turn. You lost yourlustre, forgot how good it was to shine and spin the world in your hands. Now pass me that dish of peach halves, my beauty, and I’ll suck them from your cunt and you’ll love it.’
With that he removed the breakfast tray from the bed and pulled the sheet covering them from the bed.
Several hours later Sebastian walked Eden back to her house and she played the cello for him. Lost in the music of Schubert, she played with a passion that had been missing from her performances for years. She played as she had during the height of her career and was aware that a rebirth of some sort was already happening for her. Eden licked her lips. She could taste the sweetness of the peaches Sebastian had fed from his mouth to hers, and they were all the more succulent because they were tinged with her orgasms. Eden knew that she had been given a second introduction to an erotic world she had missed to the very core of her being. She looked up from her instrument and was not surprised to see that Sebastian was no longer in the room with her. No wonder so many women fall in love with him, she mused. Sebastian Morell always knew when and how to make an exit.
She put her bow down on the music stand and rose from her chair. Stowing her cello in its case, then the bow, she closed it and went to the window from where she saw Sebastian walking slowly down the path leading to the port. Her eye strayed from him to the closed and shuttered house that still belonged to Garfield.
While Eden understood Sebastian and how he felt about love, she could not accept, refused to accept, that the love she’d once had with Garfield had been no more than futile obsession with oblivion its destination. Was she still in love with him, after all the years that had passed? No, she thought not. It was more that she was still in love with being in love with another human being. Of self-sacrifice that was returned threefold by the mere opening up wholly to
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