WE’LL SEE SOON

They agreed to meet at a coffee shop, that way they would be kept a secret. He said he would pick her up around one o’clock, he knew if he was late she would never forgive him, so he ended up at least half an hour early, hoping he’d see her before the approximate time he waited in the car and then texted her I’m here looking at his phone nervously. 

She came out of the shop, wearing her royal blue dress, knee high sock and that favorite blue hoodie of hers. She had her glasses on and not much makeup on, she’s even more beautiful then I remember.. he thought, gazing at her as if she were magic. 

“Hey” she said sweetly as she gently put her hair behind her ear and gave him a big grin.

“Hey” he replied nervously, wanting to kiss those precious pink lips of hers 

“Can I kiss you?” she asked, just after they embraced 

All he could do was smile and blush a bit, still keeping his hands on her, mainly around her waist, keeping her close. They moved in on each other, for a brief moment it was just lips upon lips, which set a spark through their bodies, it was a perfect kiss. 

He opened her door to his car, “Your chariot my lady” he said charming. She grinned and replied with a thank you. 

They drove to a hotel, a nice one, which surprised her, almost as much as his hand finding hers on the way there and the fact that he could not keep his hands off her. 

Once they got to the hotel, he payed for the room, another surprise. They paid for two nights at the hotel, but would only stay the night and late the next day. They didn’t have sex right away, it just started out as kissing almost everywhere in the room as they put their things away, then laying on the bed talking and kissing which soon turned to making out which he then admitted his feelings for her. He had never been very good at explaining his feelings but he did so as best as he could, still gazing at her like she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She then told him her feelings in return, it was only fair. 

Soon they were making out, she asked him to sing, and he did, he sang a song that reminded him of her and he kissed her over and over again, it was beautiful. It turned into oral sex and plenty of fingering/hand jobs. He made sure to ALWAYS keep her pleased on that level. 

“I’ll be right back.. just let me slip into something more comfortable” she spoke gracefully kissing him and then going into the bathroom to change. 

As the door shut behind her, he immediately took off all of his clothes, putting the sheets carefully over his already erect penis which seemed to get harder any time he thought of her naked body and the feeling of sucking on her nipples. She was his first, the first woman he had ever made love to, he wanted to marry her, he realized this now as he waited patiently for her.

He called her name then he asked quietly “Are you ready yet?”  

Less then a minute later the door opened slowly, there she was. In a sexy nightgown made of pure silk, it was a light gold, very close to the color of her nails and toes. She wore no jewelry, but these little golden bobbles well earrings more like in her ears. Again she didn’t have much makeup on but she did put lip gloss gently on her lips. All so that he could kiss it all away like he usually did. 

She walked slowly over to him, cupping her hands around his face and kissing him hard and passionately. He blushed and kissed her the same way back. She sat gently on him. Teasing him. 

They made love three times, till the two of them were all tired out. She lay on his chest looking at him, he looked at her and they kissed. It was like the two of them spoke a language without words, they were so connected that they could understand each other just by the look in their eyes. 

They had both made mistakes in the past but none of that seemed to matter now. He wanted her more then anything he had before. For her to have his last name. To own a place together. She had changed him and he had changed her. He was never going to loose her again. 

They gazed at each other, it seemed like no matter how tired they were neither wanted to sleep. They just wanted to kiss each other, look into each others eyes and share things that most people don’t share. 

It wasn’t love quite yet but it would grow to be sooner then they both thought. Much sooner. 

 

 

 

Woman of The Sun & The Moon (short story)

I sighed a heavy sigh, my small thin pale body covered in nothing but the white sheets of my bed. My dark hair in a ponytail, my eyes gleaming as I watched the sunset out of the big glass window of my tiny house, which was right across from the lake, my favorite lake. 

What a beautiful sight it was, it brought back so many memories, it was almost like I felt this sense of.. happiness and peace. A single tear found itself on my tender cheek, I’m not quite sure of what it was that brought that tear to my eye.

I was a crier, a big one, especially when I was sad I honestly could not hold it in but nor could I let just anyone see me like that. I suppose that’s why I spent much of my time alone, no one could really understand what it felt like to cry for so many years in any hour of the night, keeping it silent so that no one could hear you.. 

I could hold in any emotion but love, the one thing I still longed for, the one thing my body craved, I searched far too much for it as a teenager, so for me it only showed up a few times and then disappeared without much of a word. 

I had always truly loved men who.. could never really love me back but that all changed, I’m not sure how but it did. I knew his blue eyes the moment I met him, we had an ancient connection not like those crappy connection’s you read about in fairy tales but the actual real thing, real, true, and defiantly love. We met my freshman year of college at a community college but this isn’t about now and my relationship I’m in now, it’s about who I was then and who I loved then. 

I bit my lip as the sun was soon gone and the moon found it’s spot in the sky. I could see it now.. I closed my eyes and 

“Hey babe look.. look at that moon” 

“I know I see it” he held me close, his arms tight around my waist 

“Did you know that wherever you are in the world that if the moon is full it’s always the same size as your thumb?” I spoke softly, as relaxing as it was I could feel his boner near my butt, and that was quite a turn on. Which being a horny teenager made things a bit tough considering how little time we had actually been together. 

He was the second one to leave, the one who I thought was going to stay, at least for a longer period of time. He’s gone completely out of my life now though.. so all I’ve got now are the memories to hang onto. 

It’s interesting how you can find every part of a person so sensational and breath taking, yet they can’t see it or you love them for everything that they are but they are just too blind by something to ever feel it in their heart to love you back. But ya can’t make anyone like you or love you, not even for a second time. Things just happen. 

I think it just takes some time to see that sunlight that shines in your own eyes. 

I Miss The Sound of Your Voice & I Miss The Rush of Your Skin, I Miss The Still of The Silence as You Breath Out and I Breath in

I haven’t washed the sheets since you were last here
I don’t know if that’s gross or what but I can’t bring myself to wash away the smell of you
I didn’t even let myself take a shower that night or the day after
I can still feel you holding me and when our hearts were right next to each other, the feeling of your hands in my hair
I can still hear your heart beating in my ear and your laugh
I think of you everyday, I dream of you more then I can say, since that night it’s been the same thing, me going back to that memory of kissing you and you smiled and I said “R likes Zoe.. R likes Zoe, I was right”
Would it have changed things if I said love instead of like?
I realize now why it scared you so much when I said those hurtful things about you becoming like any man from my past. You are afraid of loosing me, you care about me so much that it would break your heart if something of that nature happened and I myself feel exactly the same about you.
I found a piece of your pubic hair in my underwear a few days ago, that brought back a beautiful memory.
You know, no matter what happens with us I don’t think I could ever get attached to you because that only happens when I fall in love, falling in love breaks but loving lasts forever. And I care so much about you, ya know, I love you in many ways, my admiration for you isn’t an obsession it’s a passion to just see you happy and to selfishly be the most important woman in your life. I accept you for everything that you are and you do even those you keep a secret. That’s how deep my love is. It doesn’t matter how far apart we are or how close we get or the harsh words that our said between us, or how many arguments we get into, we are always going to end up crossing paths together in some way. We are meant to be here in each others lives.
I wish you would stop treating me like I’m “everyone” because I’m really not, I’m not since I have been lucky enough to be in your arms and you know it.

An Unexpected Love Story in Camelot

In a cottage, not far from Camelot, lived a young woman far more beautiful then the rest and far strange then anyone had ever imagined. Her hair a dark brown with tints of red and a slight curl, it shone in the candle light. Her eyes were known for changing color within her moods. Her lips were perfect, a pale pink. Her skin was always pale almost like snow but once the sun hit it and she burned she looked as if she were a gypsy of the old ways, only with some slight freckles ontop of her pointed down nose. This night was different then most nights at home in her tiny little cottage.. 

She couldn’t sleep, instead she found herself writing words that once lay on the pages of her tattered, used, too large of a heart, now in the old henna washed pages of a leather bound book.

Her quill was made of the feather of her dear friend the Phoenix, enchanting really, brushed with the brightest gold and the color of crimson red like the blood that fell from her fingertips whenever she intended to work some white magic. She wasn’t necessarily a “witch” as so many had labeled her before, nor much of a “sorceress”, though there was plenty gossip around the village. It never really bothered her, she had her friends the animals, being an orphan like herself it was natural to gain respect for those who clearly were less seen. 

She was never given much of a name as a child, though, then again, all she did was sell matches, “the little match girl”, the townspeople would call her. She found it a bit offensive but learned to live with it until she grew out of the name and found herself a real hobby. 

When the headmistress of the orphanage got her as a infant, she was said to have been found in a seaweed basket completely naked with nothing but a necklace made of emerald around her neck with a strange carving on it, a symbol of some sort maybe. 

She found more dangers as a child then she did now, roaming around at night in cotton dress and petticoat would never be enough for the poor girl in the wintertime, men with thoughts in their heads of ruin could do anything to a little girl like her, she screamed plenty and the headmistress would never believe the poor girl about what had happened that night or other nights before. As an adult she tried her best to forget about her past. 

She had become a sensational woman, daughter of eve, lover of mother nature, her work always being towards the good no matter what cost. 

She wrote, of everything, every secret, every craving, every feeling of love and lust, things she felt were beyond important to her. 

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. 

“Come in!” she said sweetly, as she put her quill in the ink one last time before the distraction had occurred. 

“Goddess!” he shouted “Sweet glorious gift of my life! The pure truth in my heart!” 

He always called her names like these, making her completely flattered, her face a bright red and undoubtedly her knickers quite wet. It was Merlin, the young lad who worked for the dear prince Arthur. He was a handsome Wizard, his hair was the color of a slightly dirty wax vanilla candle or the sandy color of the beach, he always had stubble on his face or a mustache and gotee type of thing, his teeth were a bit crooked but that always gave her a smile, he wasn’t big in the stomach nor was he too skinny, defiantly strong though, his eyes were hazel like the sun in the dark clouds, big and beautiful, his lips were perfectly shaped, bigger bottom lip then the top one, she had always admired him,  found him attractive she sure did. 

She got up from her desk and jumped into his arms, kissing him so passionately his eyes closed ever so sweetly, the taste of him drove her crazy. She ran her fingers into his short hair, pulling him closer. 

She only wore dresses on special occasions, so normally a while peasant blouse and some leather leggings would do, some tie up boots as well, so of course it was hard for Merlin to simply take them off her.. but he had been over a dozen times before and knowing his powers, with the snap of his fingers she could be bare breasted in no time at all. 

Merlin brought her to the bed, he mumbled a small spell, which made her clothes vanish in an instant. She then repeated the same spell, taking his off as well. 

“My goddess..” he would say as he kissed every part of her body like she were the most fragile being on earth. “You.. are so beautiful..I’m so glad.. your mine” then he gazed ever so deeply and passionately into her eyes “I love you” he spoke truthfully. 

“I love you and I’m never letting you go” he spoke gently again, on his knees, moving closer to her delicate parts, he loved so much to put his lips down there, making her moan and pant with sexual pleasure. She kissed him and whispered in his ear “I love you too” then winked at him in a sexy way, making him shiver. 

She opened herself up as he slowly put himself inside of her. She shuttered, it had stung just a bit but she liked it when he did that. Their bodies then began to move in harmony with each other, her eyes grew wide and her mouth moaned with completely blinding justice, she was his there was no doubt about that.

She lay on top of him now, still moving deeply together, he held her small body so closely to his, it was if her spine could break a little, he kissed her and kissed her and kissed her until his lips became chapped and sore. Hours had gone by, maybe even days, they didn’t know, time meant nothing to them. 

Soon they had finished, after she had her multiple orgasms and he had cum plenty of times, she lay on his chest looking deeply into his beautiful eyes. She rubbed her nose with his which always secretly meant “I love you, I care about you, I need you, stay with me” it sent a shiver down his spine, butterflies in his stomach and fire on his lips. He was different then the rest, he knew what it meant the moment she first did that comforting action to him. 

“My Goddess.. My beauty.. my princess.. may I ask you something?” he questioned comfortably, kissing her a bit here and there. In return she smiled and kissed back.. “Yes my love Merlin.. what is it?” she asked back. 

He took what looked like a precious stone out from under the pillow, but it wasn’t just a stone, it was a diamond encrusted with emeralds in the shape of a circle with a magical silver glowing spiral inside it, a ring. 

“Will you marry me?” he asked her confidently with a grin. 

“Yes!” she spoke loudly, kissing his face over and over again ,smiling, then she spoke like a song “We are betrothed!” she touched her heart playfully “you are mine and I am yours more defiantly!” 

Soon day’s would pass and Merlin would have to go on another quest, she would have to wait to see her lover then, dearest to her sacred heart, but they would always communicate using magic until he came home again. 

True love you see, is the greatest gift and the hardest to work for, if two beings of the old ways, of magic and spells can fall so deeply in love succeeding in creating a love so great even a king would be jealous then you my dear can work as they do, for your see, love is always with us, even if we cannot see it in the start of our story it always appears in times unknown to us but very well known to the center of our unique hearts. 

 

Under White Sheets (A Short Story)

They had just finished a night of endless love making, the sun started to peak out through the clouds, he covered her with the white sheets they had around them that kept them completely entwined, then he put his hands in her hands and gently laid his head on her belly. 

“What?” she asked as they gazed deeply into each others eyes, putting her hands in his hair like she loved doing oh so much, studying his face with her hands like she always did,damn he loved that, he also realized something else he loved, something he never wanted to loose again..

“I love you” he said clearly, looking at her with happiness in his eyes. 

She couldn’t help but smile, and she smiled big, tears slowly appearing in her eyes, not of sadness but of joy, always of joy, she kissed him and kissed him and kissed him.

Then she gently whispered back “I love you too” 

it was as if their spirits had known each other so well, so much before they had met and now they had found love, what a fucking amazing gift. 

They just layed there, switching positions to become more comfortable, body next to body, heart within heart, spirits dancing in a world of passion.

He didn’t know why he couldn’t think of a thing to say after “I love you” he just knew that every time he saw her, she looked like a goddess, a fucking beautiful goddess whom he adored more then any human. 

A song came into his head just then, Your Song by Elton John, her favorite song, so he sang to her, even if it was a bit off tune, he sang and she giggled. He sure as hell had a gift but since he was so tired, from all the work, all the time he had just learning about life, his voice would crack and sound off key. She didn’t care. She loved him all the same.

He felt like he was going to cry now, so he did. She let him cry. Open up that wound so that he could heal, they were together that’s all that mattered. 

They didn’t sleep that night. They shared stories instead. Kissed like mad and made a promise to each other that this would last as long as it possibly could and they would work their asses of giving love to each other over and over again. 

This was love. Real love. 

Between two humans with a passion for each other that never would burn out.