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see my puffy red face.
“Why don’t you give them both a call?” he murmurs, lifting a strand of my hair.
I shake my head miserably. I don’t think I can talk to or face either one of them again. What’s worse is that deep down inside of me, I believe they are capable of doing it. It may not even be for vindictive or vicious reasons, but simply a chance to bask in the spotlight. Deanna always had that ‘I want all the attention’ streak in her, and besides, I really did leave her in a co-rental payment lurch when I upped and ran away with Alex.
As for Cassandra, she always did like gossiping about other people, and I don’t mean that in the best of ways.
“How’s your father?” I ask.
He sighs. “He’s stabilized somewhat, but he’s still in intensive care. Apparently three quarters of his heart muscle has been destroyed and they had to put in a pacemaker just to keep his heart beating.”
Oh my God. That’s awful. Here I am, sunk in my own petty problems and here is Alex, having a very real problem of his own.
I turn my tear-sloshed face to him.
“Oh Alex, I’m so sorry.”
I open my arms to him and he comes gladly to them. We wrap ourselves in a fierce horizontal hug –full-bodied, skin to skin at every contact point, body heat permeating our every fiber. A pang of love fleets through my chest.
Oh, how I love this man. I love him so so so much that it actually physically pains me.
“I love you,” he whispers against my neck.
“I love you too.”
“How can I cheer you up?”
“I’ll get over it soon. Don’t worry about me.”
He laughs. “You’re supposed to say ‘Let me count the ways’.”
I smile despite my tears. My nose is kind of runny, and I don’t feel very attractive. But Alex doesn’t seem to mind as he turns my face towards his with his crooked finger on my chin, and bends his head down to kiss me.
We kiss. Oh, how we kiss. There’s a groundswell of emotion in that kiss – the pouring of love, pain, guilt, and all the other emotions that we harbor within ourselves but cannot articulate. But we have each other, and we are the stronger and better for it, like the augmented effect of two becoming one and multiplying to ten.
He’s hard again. I can feel his cock pressing against my thigh.
“You OK for sex?” he murmurs.
I’m not sure, actually. I’m still upset, but I’m certainly up for a little hold-me-tightly and tender loving. I don’t know how to say ‘no’ to Alex, especially when he’s always so rock hard and ready. Besides, his face is so beautiful in the lamplight, with multifaceted rainbow reflections in his blue-green eyes and his full, lush lips half parted in a smile.
We’re in my guest room, as always, because he doesn’t like us to make love in the Royal Wing where Claire and his mother reside.
He senses my consternation.
“What do you say I give you a little oral loving instead?” he suggests.
I would never say no to that.
I smile despite my tears.
He tosses off the sheets. I am wearing a silk negligee, courtesy of my shopping trip the other day. It’s mauve, lacy and very sheer. I am also wearing matching silk panties.
He lifts my negligee and peruses my panties.
“Nice.” He grins.
“Thank you for the present,” I say softly.
“Anytime. Though I’d rather they be crotchless.”
The very image of that sends a delicious shudder down my spine.
He’s still grinning as he pulls off my panties and slides them off my legs. My dark pubic patch is revealed. His scorching gaze fixes upon it as he takes his languorous time to part my thighs. I blush. I’m still not used to his intense, sexual scrutiny, no matter how many times he does it.
He lowers his head between my thighs. With the index finger and thumb of his left hand, he peels open both my labia so that my quivering clit is exposed to him and the elements.
“You ready?” he purrs.
I shake my head.
“Tough luck, because I’m ready.
His tongue flickers out and
“Why don’t you give them both a call?” he murmurs, lifting a strand of my hair.
I shake my head miserably. I don’t think I can talk to or face either one of them again. What’s worse is that deep down inside of me, I believe they are capable of doing it. It may not even be for vindictive or vicious reasons, but simply a chance to bask in the spotlight. Deanna always had that ‘I want all the attention’ streak in her, and besides, I really did leave her in a co-rental payment lurch when I upped and ran away with Alex.
As for Cassandra, she always did like gossiping about other people, and I don’t mean that in the best of ways.
“How’s your father?” I ask.
He sighs. “He’s stabilized somewhat, but he’s still in intensive care. Apparently three quarters of his heart muscle has been destroyed and they had to put in a pacemaker just to keep his heart beating.”
Oh my God. That’s awful. Here I am, sunk in my own petty problems and here is Alex, having a very real problem of his own.
I turn my tear-sloshed face to him.
“Oh Alex, I’m so sorry.”
I open my arms to him and he comes gladly to them. We wrap ourselves in a fierce horizontal hug –full-bodied, skin to skin at every contact point, body heat permeating our every fiber. A pang of love fleets through my chest.
Oh, how I love this man. I love him so so so much that it actually physically pains me.
“I love you,” he whispers against my neck.
“I love you too.”
“How can I cheer you up?”
“I’ll get over it soon. Don’t worry about me.”
He laughs. “You’re supposed to say ‘Let me count the ways’.”
I smile despite my tears. My nose is kind of runny, and I don’t feel very attractive. But Alex doesn’t seem to mind as he turns my face towards his with his crooked finger on my chin, and bends his head down to kiss me.
We kiss. Oh, how we kiss. There’s a groundswell of emotion in that kiss – the pouring of love, pain, guilt, and all the other emotions that we harbor within ourselves but cannot articulate. But we have each other, and we are the stronger and better for it, like the augmented effect of two becoming one and multiplying to ten.
He’s hard again. I can feel his cock pressing against my thigh.
“You OK for sex?” he murmurs.
I’m not sure, actually. I’m still upset, but I’m certainly up for a little hold-me-tightly and tender loving. I don’t know how to say ‘no’ to Alex, especially when he’s always so rock hard and ready. Besides, his face is so beautiful in the lamplight, with multifaceted rainbow reflections in his blue-green eyes and his full, lush lips half parted in a smile.
We’re in my guest room, as always, because he doesn’t like us to make love in the Royal Wing where Claire and his mother reside.
He senses my consternation.
“What do you say I give you a little oral loving instead?” he suggests.
I would never say no to that.
I smile despite my tears.
He tosses off the sheets. I am wearing a silk negligee, courtesy of my shopping trip the other day. It’s mauve, lacy and very sheer. I am also wearing matching silk panties.
He lifts my negligee and peruses my panties.
“Nice.” He grins.
“Thank you for the present,” I say softly.
“Anytime. Though I’d rather they be crotchless.”
The very image of that sends a delicious shudder down my spine.
He’s still grinning as he pulls off my panties and slides them off my legs. My dark pubic patch is revealed. His scorching gaze fixes upon it as he takes his languorous time to part my thighs. I blush. I’m still not used to his intense, sexual scrutiny, no matter how many times he does it.
He lowers his head between my thighs. With the index finger and thumb of his left hand, he peels open both my labia so that my quivering clit is exposed to him and the elements.
“You ready?” he purrs.
I shake my head.
“Tough luck, because I’m ready.
His tongue flickers out and
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