Moochie’s Mementos (and a pic or two)

She asked him home with her.
She had thought about it for weeks of nights,
And decided that this was something she wanted.
She didn’t ask just anyone,
And she waited until she was certain,
Which usually was too long for the fleetingly interested parties of her past.
His kiss, the way he touched her face,
His soft words, the chemistry…
She knew he needed more and she wanted to give him everything.
 
He was hesitant at first
As they cuddled in their booth,
“Are you sure you’re ready?” He asked
“I am,” she reaffirmed
And so they left together
From the bar they met in
And she drove him to her place
Walked with him up to the door,
Hand in hand,
And he stopped her one more time there,
Turning her face to his.
 
They looked long into each other’s eyes.
He saw her fear, longing, lust, love -
All for him,
For what he could do.
She saw his caring, needing, hopefulness -
It was all there,
And she wanted him more for it.
 
She unlocked the door and invited him inside.
It started with small kisses
His on her neck as she sighed and relaxed into his touch,
Hers on his lips, cheek, earlobe…
Then there was a change
An earnestness
A suffering that grew within her
And she needed more
And she couldn’t stop
And even if she didn’t mean to
Even if she wanted to keep things simple,
Uncomplicated…
She found herself falling into him.
 
He clawed into her back,
They moved together as one.
He bit between her thighs,
She moaned with a pleasure she’d not known before.
He growled beautiful things into her ear,
She gave him everything he asked.
He pushed her limits open like a doorway,
She raised her hips to his and took him deeper…
 
He clawed into her back,
They moved together as one.
He bit between her thighs,
She moaned with a pleasure she’d not known before.
He growled beautiful things into her ear,
She gave him everything he asked.
He pushed her limits open like a doorway,
She raised her hips to his and took him deeper…

Quite the visual, yum! 😋
 
It’s cliché to say that with something like sex to seal it,
She found herself in love with him…
But to her, it felt like something so much more than sex.
To her, being close with him
Was giving pieces of herself, her soul,
To him.
It was final,
She would never get those back.

It was like nothing she had ever felt before,
And it was perfect.
 
When you give someone a piece of your heart and soul
It is something that you never get back
It becomes theirs for eternity
It is your gift to them
Those that have done it know that
Sometimes it works out well
Other times it .........
It leaves a hole in your inner core
But in time ... finding your own self worth
Will eventually help fill the void
And help heal that inner core
 
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The next day,
He wasn’t there.
She woke to a note on the kitchen counter:
I’ll find you again
It was strange, but maybe he had to work?
She knew she did, so she went straight to getting herself presentable -
Where had all these bruises and marks come from?
 
It’s cliché to say that with something like sex to seal it,
She found herself in love with him…
But to her, it felt like something so much more than sex.
To her, being close with him
Was giving pieces of herself, her soul,
To him.
It was final,
She would never get those back.

It was like nothing she had ever felt before,
And it was perfect.

Nice tale, tail. ;)
 
The next day,
He wasn’t there.
She woke to a note on the kitchen counter:
I’ll find you again
It was strange, but maybe he had to work?
She knew she did, so she went straight to getting herself presentable -
Where had all these bruises and marks come from?

Lovely, haunting and teasing end or pause? :rose:
 
Hate to tease and run, but it’s time for attempting sleep and maybe come up with how to get to where I want in this story. Thank you to everyone for their comments and kind words, I appreciate them and you. 🌷

https://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=2126140&stc=1&d=1635498732

First chance I’ve had to sit and read. I love the way your stories are presented, has me hanging on to every word.

I read and believe the basics are drawn from a real life experience, suitably modified to entice us poor mortals.

I absolutely love the pic, you know that tailplugs are one of my things, don’t you.

Okay, as long as the pic doesn't mean "the end" (Sorry, I was forced to. Todger told me to)

Pffft. Watch it Mr. (it’s a very nice end though)
 
First chance I’ve had to sit and read. I love the way your stories are presented, has me hanging on to every word.

I read and believe the basics are drawn from a real life experience, suitably modified to entice us poor mortals.

I absolutely love the pic, you know that tailplugs are one of my things, don’t you.



Pffft. Watch it Mr. (it’s a very nice end though)

Just keeping the fun going...
 
That night, she went to find him
At the bar.
She arrived after work like always,
Ordered her Diet Coke like always,
And sat in their booth
Like always…
But unlike always, he wasn’t there.
She spent the night instead,
Sipping her soda and thinking.
She thought about what she did that night and didn’t do.
She thought of what she said that night and didn’t say.
She wanted so desperately for him to hold her again the way he did.
She needed him,
She had had a taste
And she knew she couldn’t live without
 
Your continuing storyline is compelling and well crafted, I'm thinking it through. :) But the one thing I already knew was that whoever you bring into your life is beyond blessed and a most fortunate son or individual. I'm both fascinated and somewhat envious as you are a gem. :rose:
 
He didn’t show, though.
Another man asked her to dance, but she turned him down,
Instead opting to wait
All night
For him.
 
It went on like that for more than a week.
She would go to the bar after work
And sit
And wish
And dream
And think she would see him across the dance floor,
But didn’t.
And she would be asked if she would dance,
But she would decline.
And people would offer to buy her drinks,
But she wasn’t ready to.
And she was alone
In a booth meant to share.
 
The weeks turned into a month
Then two.
The holidays went by and it was a blur.
She had started to lose hope
That she would ever find him
And she sat there alone
Until one night, when she had finally let someone take her out on the dance floor.
The girl was too beautiful to say no to, so she didn’t,
And she smiled
And they twirled
And she held her hips close
And they laughed
And she forgot him
For just a few minutes.
 
She got to know the girl,
They flirted
Spent a few nights at the bar,
Kissed a few times,
But it wasn’t what she had with him.
It wasn’t as deep.
It was soft
And surface
And she was okay with that.
 
{just musing to myself}

Is this her true story?
Is it a metaphor?
Is this totally a work of fiction?​

Don't answer!
I don't want to know.
More enjoyable to read while considering the possibilities.​
 
One night, she went to get her pop
And the bartender asked how things were going with the girl.
She answered honestly, that it was good, but seemed like just fun in comparison.
The bartender looked at her strange.
“What do you mean? In comparison to what? Or who?” They asked.
“Well, compared to the man I was meeting here before,” she answered, “you know, the one who always slicked back his dark hair and spoke close to me over there” she gestured toward their booth.
“I never saw you with a man,” they said. “I’ve seen you sit there for the longest time all alone. You started out talking to yourself real odd when I first noticed you,” they elaborated, “but then you stopped after a bit and were just silent.”
She just stood there dumbfounded.
“See, I figured you just had things rumbling about in your mind you needed to think aloud about,” the bartender continued, “You always looked a bit, well, like you had something going on, and I saw so many people try their luck with you, but you wouldn’t give them the time of day until her.” They gestured to the girl.
“So you never saw him? All those nights together? All those weeks of talking and walking…?” She asked, confused and lost.
“Sorry, but no. You never had a gentleman in that booth from what I remember.” The bartender said “sorry, hon, I have to help this one” and they moved on down the bar.
 
She was stunned.
She was broken.
She was more alone than she had ever felt before.
Was she insane?
No. No. no…
She didn’t make him up.
She had a note.
She had those marks on her body for a week.
He was real.
To her, he was real.
Why wasn’t he here now?
Why hadn’t he found her yet?
She did an internal inventory
And found she still loved him
Deeply
Unendingly
 
She decided that night to stop looking for him.
She had a couple basic relationships after -
A bit more than friends,
But nothing serious.
Nothing like him.
Never anything close.
The months went by
And she would think of him with fondness.
With her friends and the people she trusted,
She would come to call him
Her very own ghost.
 
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