Gaia_Lorraine
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Gaia_Lorraine
I Love Shoes
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The following extract is from a dream I had recently. I have tried to encapsulate the emotions that were contained within it. But like all dreams, it faded and became non-sensical.
I would love to see this turned into a real story, and so the 'challenge' is to create the lead-in and an ending to this pivotal point of the story.
We all have our experiences and ways of conveying feelings, there will be as many 'stories' as there are authors on this. I have deliberately omitted gender to allow anyone who would like to attemp it to create the personalities of both characters.
So, on to the extract.....
The full rush of feelings towards each other was rekindled as they kissed.
This was no first time kiss, this was a re-awakening of a love that had never died. Together they were re-discovering the long lost feelings that they had once shared, that neither had ever dared to share with any other. A love re-visited as they embraced each other once more, a crescendo of the past that only they knew. Once more entwined in total unity.
Lips and eyes caressed as two bodies merged as one before finally reaching the zenith of all human experience. The sowing of the seed and the acceptance of the seed.
Words of hope were spoken, “We now have a future to rebuild.”
Eyes changed, became colder. Feelings that were willing to be shared only moments ago were now retracting. What was happening?
“We need to talk about it.”
The head moved away, still close but now outside the aura of their bodies. Nothing made sense, every spoken word seemed to make things worse. Love was screaming out from within yet love was seemingly seeping away like water upon arid land.
“You’re taking the piss!” was the spoken response, the last words that were heard before the total fracture of the heart, the complete breakdown.
Why? Why? Why? There was a future, they both knew it surely?
Please let us read your creations, I would love to see how the dream ends
I would love to see this turned into a real story, and so the 'challenge' is to create the lead-in and an ending to this pivotal point of the story.
We all have our experiences and ways of conveying feelings, there will be as many 'stories' as there are authors on this. I have deliberately omitted gender to allow anyone who would like to attemp it to create the personalities of both characters.
So, on to the extract.....
The full rush of feelings towards each other was rekindled as they kissed.
This was no first time kiss, this was a re-awakening of a love that had never died. Together they were re-discovering the long lost feelings that they had once shared, that neither had ever dared to share with any other. A love re-visited as they embraced each other once more, a crescendo of the past that only they knew. Once more entwined in total unity.
Lips and eyes caressed as two bodies merged as one before finally reaching the zenith of all human experience. The sowing of the seed and the acceptance of the seed.
Words of hope were spoken, “We now have a future to rebuild.”
Eyes changed, became colder. Feelings that were willing to be shared only moments ago were now retracting. What was happening?
“We need to talk about it.”
The head moved away, still close but now outside the aura of their bodies. Nothing made sense, every spoken word seemed to make things worse. Love was screaming out from within yet love was seemingly seeping away like water upon arid land.
“You’re taking the piss!” was the spoken response, the last words that were heard before the total fracture of the heart, the complete breakdown.
Why? Why? Why? There was a future, they both knew it surely?
Please let us read your creations, I would love to see how the dream ends
Sienna
In Love With Music
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My story, inspired by this challenge...
Forever And A Day.
Was it possible to love two women at the same time? Craig thought very deeply as he lay beside his wife, racking his brain over what had happened in his life recently. Marie was beautiful and after twelve years together he respected her just as much as he did on that first moment they had fallen in love, despite their childless marriage. Together, they shared the disappointment of discovering that there would be no sons or daughters to call their very own, but what they had was the love for each other that kept their relationship intact.
He sat up beside her and slowly ran his fingers over her face. Marie slept soundly, dreaming, unaware of her husband’s plight. He felt guilty about the situation he had gotten himself into during the past three and half months. If ever she found out about what he was doing, it would kill their trusted relationship stone dead. She was so faithful and trusting and he was now cruelly deceptive. It was becoming hard for him to hide the truth even more. The longer things continued, the harder the impact of discovery would become. He had to think about things rationally, but no matter how hard he did, the results were the same, it was either one or the other.
It all began on that first day at college. Craig entered his class and looked at the cluster of students. He called order so that he could make his formal introduction. Something he had done for the past eight years in his career as a lecturer in English literature at the sixth form college. There were the usual questions fired at him over clarifications on this and that. The process of getting to know each other went as smoothly as expected, until one student caught his eye. She was quietly spoken and stood out from the rest. He was captivated by her looks and her manners and the way she looked back at him. Craig felt as if he had known her from somewhere before, years ago, but that was impossible, she was still young. He found himself listening to her question and distracted by her beauty. His reply was hesitant and slightly confused, yet informative as it should have been.
Throughout that morning he found himself being forced to address the rest of the class focusing on her in particular. It was so hard for him not to notice her being there among the rest. And she knew it; smiling back at him with every glance he gave in her direction.
That morning Zoë felt nervous. It was the first time at Sixth Form College and she wondered how she would survive it. School was something she had always hated and now it was essential to complete her failed education to achieve the grades she wanted. At eighteen she had realized that her education was important to get the right job leading to the right career eventually. Careers meant success and money as well as a future. She had seen her mates getting the jobs they wanted and worked hard for while she herself rebelled against the establishment, thinking that jobs and money would simply fall into her lap no matter what. Reality had bit her so hard and it was time to re-think.
She felt alone amongst strangers. She had just cast aside a relationship with her long-standing boyfriend she had been with for three years. He was no good for her and she realized he was using her for everything he could get. Even the sex was not fun anymore and that morning she felt desperately lonely for the first time in years. She needed some kind of affection to make her feel happy atleast and boost her confidence.
She listened to Craig giving his introduction. At first she saw him as another teacher, like the rest. Then as he progressed in his explanation of what they had to achieve between them she began to see that this set up was not the same as high school practice. He was sincere and made he himself more open and friendly in his approach to the studies ahead. It was different. The parental elements had gone. This man was more willing to teach as a friend. And, not only was he friendly, but he was handsome with it. She saw him in a different light to all those “cute” male teachers at high school. This man was someone who she could relate to as regards being a peer.
During the session break, Craig stopped her as the class dismissed. “Excuse me,” he looked at the list of students and found her name. “Zoë Clarke, right?” She turned; surprised that he had singled her out. “Your questions were very interesting, especially regarding the differences between here and what you were used to at high school. Was it really that bad?”
“I hated it.” She replied. Somehow he understood that. Quite a lot of his students felt that way, but they never queried as much as she did about the attitudes regarding teacher and pupil relationships and he was intrigued. “I don’t want the same kind of treatment that I got in school.”
“Yes, I can understand that. Here we treat you like an adult. The same pressures don’t exist. It’s up to you entirely now whether you work hard or not. I’m not going to force you like they did. I’m glad you raised that question. I think the rest got the gist of my answers too, don’t you?”
“It was clear enough I suppose.”
“Can I get you a coffee?”
“Yes, thankyou. I’d love one.”
In the canteen they sat together, face to face at the single table in a corner. At first they were quiet regarding their conversation until it developed into something substantial. Craig asked about her high school days and she replied openly about her thoughts then compared to now. “Reality hits hard when it eventually creeps up on you,” he said. “I remember my high school days clearly. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do when it all ended. Took me a good seven years before I qualified in my subject, eventually. It was reality that made me think more seriously about myself and what I wanted.”
Zoë listened and watched him intently. She wondered what it would be like to know this man more intimately. He seemed such a nice man with his first impressions. A mature guy that actually lowered himself to her level like nobody had ever done before. She looked around, noticing other students from their class. “What would they think if they see us together like this. I must look like the teachers pet or something?”
“Don’t worry about that. I will most likely give the rest of them my one to one treatment somewhere along the line as time goes on.” His eyes scanned every feature of her face, young and fresh without a blemish in sight. He was captured by her natural astounding looks. It had been a while since he had set eyes on such youthful beauty and she certainly had it. Her gentle and open personality even complimented it.
She thanked him kindly for the coffee and stood to leave the table. As she walked away he noticed more things about her. The way her short skirt upon her curvaceous rear hung above her thighs as she walked away leaving the rest of his imagination to fill in the hidden detail. She sexually aroused him and he certainly had the imagination that was needed. To him, Zoë was perfect and he saw her like most men would. He quickly tried to change his thoughts. He was married and happy with what his wife provided to him sexually, infact in all the years he had known Marie, he had never strayed once or even thought about it seriously as part of his agenda.
For four hours a week they saw each other. The lectures continued as usual. Life continued s normally as possible for both of them. But during those following weeks things had developed in both their minds. Craig found himself wishing she were there in class. He could not bare thinking about the prospect that she may be absent or give up her studies. Somehow, he had to see her consistently to feel good about himself. And the same respects with Zoë also existed. She looked forwards to him being at college. His very being their made her want to continue and study harder than should normally. With Craig in mind, there were no other reasons that caused her to be distracted. He became a central figure in her academic life, and he dominated her conversations with friends and family whenever they asked about her studies.
Making love to Marie was always good. It was regular and with the usual love and desire they shared for each other. Then one night something strange happened. Craig was about to cum as he made love to Marie and her cries and moans of appreciation spurred him on. Together they would both reach their climax, but this time as he looked into her eyes, he could see someone else their instead. His mind had replaced the face of Marie with that of Zoë’s. It changed the way he saw things. It even scared him a little.
“Are you ok?” Marie asked as they lay in each others embrace, recovering their senses. Marie could sense there was something not quite right. And Craig had to think about what had just happened. He could not explain what had happened to her. The whole thing would spoil their moment and even their whole relationship if he had told her who this person was.
“I’m fine. I had a touch of cramp in my thigh that’s all. I’ve been on my feet a lot recently. Nothing to worry about. I probably need more exercise.” And at that, Marie was satisfied with the reason for his sudden despair at that crucial point in their climax. But, Craig continued to think about Zoë and what it would be like to make love to her in the same way as he did with Marie. He found it hard not to and even more so as time went on. That young student he was beginning to admire so much began to dictate his thoughts.
Zoë leaned over her desk to retrieve her bag. Craig watched from his desk and he noticed her, especially the way she did it. Her skirt rode up, revealing her panties just briefly. It was no doubt accidental and to him appropriate. For one brief moment he could see something he had only used his imagination to visualize. The way the material clung around her buttocks and tightened in to cosset her mound from underneath. He had often wondered what it would be like to touch and feel that certain place, even taste her whilst making love. He quickly dispensed with his thoughts as she came towards him.
“I enjoyed today,” She told him with a smile that melted his heart so much. “I think I’m ready to do my first composition. Would you help me choose a subject?” He looked at her in such a way that made him focus upon her pert young breasts beneath the top and figure forming underwear. For the first time ever his arousal became so apparent and so strong. He had to think, become more responsible as his thoughts began to take over. “What’s wrong?” she asked him.
“Oh nothing, I was just thinking.”
“About me?” She asked. Zoë knew exactly what he was thinking. She had noticed him during those past weeks and saw the way he looked at her. His eyes always followed her around. While he lectured he looked directly at her, singling her out from the rest of the class. She was in his favour and there were no doubts about it. That was exactly where she wanted him. It made her feel wanted and special. Afterall, he was now someone she had regarded as being “special”. He looked at her with his beaming brown eyes and smiled. She also knew he had feelings for her. She had seen that look before in other men who indicated clearly to her that she had captivated their attention. She wanted his attention more than anything else.
“I’m sorry if I appeared to glare at you.” He apologised, tidying up his files. “Yes of course I will help you. Any ideas?”
“I have lots of ideas. And no need to apologise for looking at me. I know what is on your mind.”
“Really? And what would that be?”
“You fancy me don’t you Craig? Admit it. I can tell.”
“What gave you that idea?” he tried desperately to evade her question, covering his real feelings with a gentle laugh. But it did not work, she was too wise and he too stupid to even think she would believe his naivety. He stopped and thought a while as her eyes pierced into him. It was true; he did fancy her and it ran much deeper than just lust. He could not get her out of his mind no matter what.
“You want to get to know me don’t you Craig? Take me on a date even? Have a good time perhaps?”
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“Look Zoë I think you are a fantastic girl and an excellent student so far…”
“Stop hiding it. You want to get to know me and I don’t mind. I want it too.”
He had just been propositioned and by someone he never ever had expected. Of course he wanted that, but, he was committed. Such a situation was impossible he thought. It was the stuff of his wildest imagination and he already loved his wife. How could this happen? He so desperately wanted both women, if only it was possible. The struggle to hide his feelings driven by common sense seemed stupid. He needed to break free and like a child discovering something new and wonderful, he had to try it out and see what lay beyond.
“Ok. Listen. How about meeting me this evening in town?”
“Sounds cool. Where?”
“Graysons Bar, eight-thirty. Do you know it?”
“I’ll find it, don’t worry.” She leaned forward, resting her hands on the desk and almost whispered: “It’s our secret, ok? Nobody else needs to know.” He could not help himself as her lips moved closer to his. However, she knew that a kiss on the lips would signify too much intimacy. A teasing kiss upon his forehead would be appropriate enough to seal their arrangement.
That evening Craig turned up at Graysons Bar in his usual casual dress, as if he was meeting neighbours and friends at his local pub. Zoë was already there, sat on a stool by the bar wearing something less formal and more expensive than usual. Her make up made her look more mature and enhanced her looks even more astoundingly. She was the Goddess he had worshipped and he felt proud to have her in his company. Together they relaxed, ordered drinks and he was suddenly whisked back to a time when he dated often. And funnily enough, Graysons Bar was the very place he once took Marie in those heady days before they married. He chose it wisely, to remind him that he had a past and a present with someone he respected and loved.
Their conversation was totally professional at first. He listened to her ideas about a story she wanted to convey in words on paper. The content was romantic and hard to avoid the subject of relationships between two lovers. He offered examples of Shakespeare and others from english literature and she took note of what he explained. In-between their conversation he found innuendos creeping in, the more they drank. He became more relaxed and soon they sat closer to each other like intimate friends and began to share certain things about each other.
“When was the last time you made love?” he asked.
“You mean when was the last time I had a good shag?” she replied. He found her reply very forward, but then that was how Zoë was; open and straight with no holds barred.
“Ok, if that’s what you want to call it?”
“Ages ago. I’m quite desperate right now. I love sex. The wilder the better. What are you into?” His mind wandered, spurred on by her presence and the fact that he was in her company. She was willing and able it seemed for him to experiment, if that was at all possible. She on the other hand was available too, willing to permit this man to show her some things she had never had the pleasure of experiencing before. Besides, he was hot stuff, a career person, he had substance, married even and most of all; he was the only person in her life that seemed important right there and then.
As restrictions dissipated between them, their conversation turned erotic. Now he saw her as his idealistic plaything that only other men his age dreamed of having. But, there was something else also. He respected her as if he cared about her. Just like it was with Marie, back in those days that they first met.
Zoë loved to talk “dirty” as it turned her on sexually knowing he was older. But to her he was not just some guy she had met in a bar. Craig was her friend and someone she felt she could trust with her life. She was willing to play along with him, but instead of just offering a good night kiss and leaving him frustrated like many she had teased, she wanted him so much.
“Do you have to be home with your wife tonight?” she asked.
“Not too early. I told her I was going to meet friends to discuss certain aspects of work. Those meetings usually go on and on into the early hours of the morning. What do you have in mind?”
“We could hire a room here…if you wanted to?”
Craig knew exactly what those rooms were used for. Some of the bar’s clients would often meet to get together in such a way. And he knew what Zoë had in mind for both of them. It seemed so clinical at first thought and then his conscience crept up on him. The suggestion was unthinkable, yet pleasing. Who was going to know? He wanted it just as desperately as she did and Marie was not around to physically relieve him or even rescue him from his frustrated desires. It seemed dishonestly appropriate, even daring and something he wanted to do so much to break with tradition and the normality of life.
They entered their room. A bed and ensuite bathroom was all it had to offer. A room that was clean and served its purpose for a one night stay or stand. In their case, it was the latter. They were both slightly intoxicated on drink and lust. It reminded him of his honeymoon and he realized that his conscience was still trying to warn him before it took serious hold of his situation. She was so desirable that nothing could prevent what was about to unfold.
Zoë removed her high heel shoes and threw herself onto the bed. Craig looked at her intently. There she was, waiting to be had. Those weeks of fantasy dreaming had become a virtual reality soon to be made real for sure. And, slowly Zoë began to show him what she had to offer as she began to strip from the dress, revealing her pert breasts at first and then the rest of her young perfect body. Craig could only admire her at first. Her naked body was so luscious and so overwhelmingly beautiful as she opened her thighs to tease him. Her tiny tuft of pubic hair crowned the very spot he had dreamed of touching and tasting so much. Suddenly he realized who she was. Not just a sexual fantasy, but also someone he really did care for.
Has she lay on the bed, with an older man between her thighs giving herself openly to him, she began to think about things as his tongue gently caressed her most intimate parts. She had never allowed her lovers and ex boy friends to go there before, realizing how private it was. This time it was different because Craig was mature, atleast he knew what to expect and he would be honest about what he thought or even did. It felt good and exactly as she had always imagined. Craig was enjoying every moment of it as much as she was and so she relaxed and allowed things to go on. She found herself begin to enjoy the sensations of him exploring her and tongue-touching her very sensual nub, making her climax and yielding herself to him. He was in heaven on earth when she responded the way she did. She was so sweet to the taste as she came, just as he had imagined she would be. He loved everything about her. The way she responded and the feel, smell and very taste of her skin and bodily juices turned him on so much.
Zoë had seen many cocks. Small, medium, wide and slim. But for some reason, Craig’s was just perfect. Not too long or not too wide. She took it in her hand and stroked it slowly. “You can give me oral if you want?” he whispered, stroking her hair with his fingers as he knelt beside her. Again, she had never ventured there before and slowly she tasted him, feeling him slide into her mouth as far as she could take him. It was good and so pleasant. It was so intimate too. Taking a man in your mouth seemed the most intimate thing of all acts possible.
Soon the time came when they wanted to share something special. The act of intercourse was going to become an obvious highlight of their night. Both sharing that moment of climax together as one. And with caution in hand she handed him the condom. There was no questioning about it, safety was too important now.
Later, Craig slipped into bed beside his wife. His arms cuddled her in embrace as she slept without a second thought about what he had just done. It was only later, after sleep that he began to realize what had happened. Marie turned to him and kissed him as he opened his eyes. The dream he had was dominated by Zoë and what they did. “Morning my love. How was your meeting?” she asked. His eyes sprang wide and he looked at her.
“It was very intense.” He sat up and rubbed his eyes. “It went on a bit late. Must have been three when I got back.” He searched for the alarm clock noticing the time, ten-forty or thereabouts. Marie lay beside him, naked, expecting their usual weekend morning session of lovemaking. But, Craig seemed opposed to any thoughts regarding that. He quickly made his way to the bathroom, leaving Marie wondering. On his return soon after he was dressed and it was clear to her that sex was not on his immediate agenda that morning.
As the weeks turned into months Craig and Zoë continued to be student and teacher for those four hours a week. On other occasions they had become lovers, spending hours together whenever they could. And Marie began to notice something about his behaviour. He was going to meetings more often late in the evenings and when they made love, although it was good, Craig would take much longer to cum and seemed less interested than usual. Instead of being playful on his own behalf, it was Marie who had to encourage their intimate times together.
Marie did not like these changes. But she understood that men did sometimes become less interested. Maybe it was those meetings he had? Maybe work was getting harder during the mid term perhaps? She never once thought seriously about what was really happening, although it had crossed her mind on more than one occasion.
Zoë loved the attention of her new lover. It felt as if she had met that ideal man atlast. He was her mentor too and she would do almost anything to please him. Craig now was the real center figure of her life and she became less and less aware that he was married to another woman. Her demands on his time were stressing him. He so much wanted to be around when she needed him, but it was impossible. Craig had to hide their relationship as best he could. Making love and caring for two women in reality was not that easy. It was also expensive. And that Christmas brought his bank balance into dire straits.
“What have you spent it on?” Marie asked, checking the bank statements over lunch. “We have never been so much in the red before. I can’t understand it. What are all these extra withdrawls each week?”
“I needed the cash.”
“What for? You are clearly spending too much on something. They are enormous.”
It was getting harder to think of reasonable excuses. The situation was becoming more and more riskier and now the spending made it obvious to him. He had to make decisions sooner rather than later. It was either Zoë and face certain separation or even divorce, or break the heart of someone he had just learned to love as much as had loved his devoted Marie. Life without Marie was unthinkable as they had gone through so much pain together in their past. Not being able to have children together was devastating enough. They needed each other so much, and always would. Break-up would destroy both of them.
Craig sat in the bar and waited for his lover to arrive. This time he had something to say which he dreaded. It was time to lay all of his cards onto the table and face his problems head on. Zoë would surely understand. And when she arrived looking as radiant as ever, his heart began to sink, knowing what had to be said. She agreed to order a round of drinks and a meal at the restaurant nearby. He held out his hand and forced her to sit at the table.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Listen to what I have to say. And please listen carefully.” She could see he meant business. He was serious and never before had she seen him so worried. “We have to stop this.”
“Wait. What do you mean? Break-up?”
“Yes, if that is the way you want to put it.” He began to explain their circumstances and his point of view as to how and why it should end that way. Zoë did not agree. She could not agree. The whole suggestion sounded outrageously stupid. They loved each other and that was that. For the first time ever they had reached an argument since being together over the months. She was upset and almost pleaded with him to reconsider things. But, Craig was determined their affair had to come to an end, although he himself would have loved for it to carry on forever. Zoë stood up and turned. She left the bar in tears and she hailed a passing taxicab on the street that took her home. He felt so awful, having to do such a thing, but the time had to come and the final decision had to be made.
“You ok love?” the cabdriver asked. She sat in the back seat sobbing her heart out. She ignored him at first until he repeated his concerns. “Mind your own fucking business, ok?” she replied abruptly. Her anger and remorse was unmistakably apparent.
Craig stayed to drown his sorrows in the bar. He realized once the alcohol began to take affect that he had to stat calm and cool, so as not to show his real feelings when he eventually got home. Marie was already becoming overly suspicious, or so he thought. Infact, she trusted him so much that it was still the last thought in her mind that he would be having an affair with a student let alone anyone else. Now it was over. Those three and a half months had come to an end and he still had someone atleast to go home to at the end of the day.
Zoë was bitter. She went absent from class for two weeks. Instead of being the bubbly person she had become, she turned depressed and spent her days thinking about the good things that could have happened if she and Craig had stayed together and continued. Those thoughts made her feel even worse, making her hate him even more. She could not bear to even set eyes upon him. College was now fast becoming another opportunity she would have to let go. Craig was part and parcel to it all, it was him or nothing.
One day, she woke up and realized that letting a man ruin her life like this was not exactly what she wanted. Those two weeks allowed her to think more clearly once the grief had subsided. It was not too late to pick up the pieces again, without him being so close. It was something she had to try atleast. Afterall he was just another man like the rest. He took what he wanted, enjoyed it and then dumped her. It had to happen sometime. She considered it to be all part of life’s experiences and would learn something from it.
Craig watched her enter the class and take her place at her desk. His heart beat faster in his chest at the sheer presence of her being there. He still loved her and the same feelings struck her too. As soon as she noticed him, she wanted him so much. It was not easy for either of them. Yet, they both knew things could never be the same as before. Together, they fought their emotions and continued. Their recent passed hanging over them like a phantom, but at the same time, a pleasant phantom that lured them into a wonderful relationship when it lasted, for as long as it did.
The following weeks went by and there seemed to be some kind of healing between them. It was as if nothing had happened. Craig paid more attention to her academic progress, which Zoë took more and more serious as the time passed. They even began to laugh and joke between each other and somehow that healing was not just about amicable separation as lovers, it was a rekindling of their feelings too. Neither of them realized what was unfolding until one afternoon, Craig had invited her for lunch at a nearby restaurant.
They both enquired about how they felt and listened over their meal. Craig explained that he had fallen in love with two women and it was impossible to be seeing both of them at the same time as lovers. Zoë understood, or atleast she tried to understand. She still knew that deep inside that he was the man she wanted more than any other. She tried to tell him that there was a place in her heart that was still vacant for him and in her choice of words; “waiting for someone else to come along and fill that space.”
Craig was touched by her thoughts. He even felt jealous, knowing that place was really his. “How about I give you a ride home later after college? And I can see that rough estate your live on you keep writing about so much?”
“Sure, that would be nice,” she agreed. He had never once been to her home or anywhere near in those three and a half long months they had been together. “But, you can’t meet my parents, ok?” she joked.
“There would be no point, would there?” He looked sincere. If only he was single. She would certainly be the one he would love to be with. However, that was not the case. Marie was his proper and justified lover, not Zoë. Playing one against the other was why it all went wrong in the first place.
That evening he drove Zoë to her home across town. The journey was silent between them as their favourite tunes played on the stereo. Craig parked the car a few houses away from her own and they sat for a while listening and thinking. It was dusk, and the subdued streetlights had left them reasonably unnoticed by anyone who happened to pass by.
The full rush of feelings towards each other was rekindled as they kissed. This was no first time kiss; this was a re-awakening of a love that had never died. Together they were re-discovering the long lost feelings that they had once shared, that neither had ever dared to share with any other. It was their love. A love re-visited as they embraced each other once more, a crescendo of the past that only they knew. Once more entwined in total unity. Lips and eyes caressed as two bodies merged as one before finally reaching the zenith of all human experience. The sowing of the seed and the acceptance of the seed was once more brought to life, or was it? Words of hope were spoken as Craig whispered softly into her ear. “We now have a future to rebuild, perhaps.”
Zoë’s eyes changed and became colder. Feelings that were willing to be shared only moments ago were now retracting. How could he suggest such a thing? It was just a moment in time, a reflection of what they had in their past. “We need to talk about it.” She told him, pushing him away gently. Their heads moved away, still close but now outside of the aura of their bodies. Nothing made sense; every spoken word seemed to make things worse. Love was screaming out from within yet love was seemingly seeping away like water upon arid land. “You’re taking the piss!” was the continued spoken response she gave him. The last words that were heard before the total fracture of the heart, the complete breakdown seemed final as she opened the door and left, slamming it behind her.
Why? There was a future, they both knew it surely? Craig watched as she strode towards her house. His heart sank deeper as he thought about it. Maybe there was someway they could still love each other, a reasonable place, somewhere in-between that could be found that they both could agree upon. But it seemed it was too late.
Zoë stopped, almost at her garden gate. He started the engine and noticed her simply standing still in the street, her back towards him. Then she turned and looked at him in the beaming headlights of his car. She sighed to herself and thought. Surely, this cannot be the end? They had so much in common and still so much love to give. Those months were not based purely on lust and desire. Love did mean something special between two people.
Craig suddenly realized at that moment that he only loved one woman, not two. For as long as he had been married to Marie, there was something missing now. Something that had diminished over the years that used to be there once. That something was true love. Marie had become like a best friend he had learned to live with. She was part of his life like a devoted sister, but one he was allowed to
make love to. Now it really was different feelings altogether. True love had now been sought in Zoë, not Marie. Life was so cruel indeed.
Three years later, Zoë lay on the hospital bed with her thighs tucked high and wide. The pain was tremendous, but bearable as the final contraction pushed the head of her child into the world. Craig held her hand as she felt their son take his first gasp of air and cry. Then the nurse placed him onto her breast to take his first ever feed as they both admired the miracle of life unfold before their very eyes. They were happy and content, despite the age gap between them and now even happier to see what their love for each other had created.
Marie was happy too. She had discovered that divorce from a man she had been married to was not so bad afterall. Atleast, finally he was happy with his new wife and son. She could now spend time pursuing the career she so much desired all her life and while there was still time left, she wrote her own experiences of life and published them successfully, as a writer of romance and fantasy.
The End © Sienna 2005
Forever And A Day.
Was it possible to love two women at the same time? Craig thought very deeply as he lay beside his wife, racking his brain over what had happened in his life recently. Marie was beautiful and after twelve years together he respected her just as much as he did on that first moment they had fallen in love, despite their childless marriage. Together, they shared the disappointment of discovering that there would be no sons or daughters to call their very own, but what they had was the love for each other that kept their relationship intact.
He sat up beside her and slowly ran his fingers over her face. Marie slept soundly, dreaming, unaware of her husband’s plight. He felt guilty about the situation he had gotten himself into during the past three and half months. If ever she found out about what he was doing, it would kill their trusted relationship stone dead. She was so faithful and trusting and he was now cruelly deceptive. It was becoming hard for him to hide the truth even more. The longer things continued, the harder the impact of discovery would become. He had to think about things rationally, but no matter how hard he did, the results were the same, it was either one or the other.
It all began on that first day at college. Craig entered his class and looked at the cluster of students. He called order so that he could make his formal introduction. Something he had done for the past eight years in his career as a lecturer in English literature at the sixth form college. There were the usual questions fired at him over clarifications on this and that. The process of getting to know each other went as smoothly as expected, until one student caught his eye. She was quietly spoken and stood out from the rest. He was captivated by her looks and her manners and the way she looked back at him. Craig felt as if he had known her from somewhere before, years ago, but that was impossible, she was still young. He found himself listening to her question and distracted by her beauty. His reply was hesitant and slightly confused, yet informative as it should have been.
Throughout that morning he found himself being forced to address the rest of the class focusing on her in particular. It was so hard for him not to notice her being there among the rest. And she knew it; smiling back at him with every glance he gave in her direction.
That morning Zoë felt nervous. It was the first time at Sixth Form College and she wondered how she would survive it. School was something she had always hated and now it was essential to complete her failed education to achieve the grades she wanted. At eighteen she had realized that her education was important to get the right job leading to the right career eventually. Careers meant success and money as well as a future. She had seen her mates getting the jobs they wanted and worked hard for while she herself rebelled against the establishment, thinking that jobs and money would simply fall into her lap no matter what. Reality had bit her so hard and it was time to re-think.
She felt alone amongst strangers. She had just cast aside a relationship with her long-standing boyfriend she had been with for three years. He was no good for her and she realized he was using her for everything he could get. Even the sex was not fun anymore and that morning she felt desperately lonely for the first time in years. She needed some kind of affection to make her feel happy atleast and boost her confidence.
She listened to Craig giving his introduction. At first she saw him as another teacher, like the rest. Then as he progressed in his explanation of what they had to achieve between them she began to see that this set up was not the same as high school practice. He was sincere and made he himself more open and friendly in his approach to the studies ahead. It was different. The parental elements had gone. This man was more willing to teach as a friend. And, not only was he friendly, but he was handsome with it. She saw him in a different light to all those “cute” male teachers at high school. This man was someone who she could relate to as regards being a peer.
During the session break, Craig stopped her as the class dismissed. “Excuse me,” he looked at the list of students and found her name. “Zoë Clarke, right?” She turned; surprised that he had singled her out. “Your questions were very interesting, especially regarding the differences between here and what you were used to at high school. Was it really that bad?”
“I hated it.” She replied. Somehow he understood that. Quite a lot of his students felt that way, but they never queried as much as she did about the attitudes regarding teacher and pupil relationships and he was intrigued. “I don’t want the same kind of treatment that I got in school.”
“Yes, I can understand that. Here we treat you like an adult. The same pressures don’t exist. It’s up to you entirely now whether you work hard or not. I’m not going to force you like they did. I’m glad you raised that question. I think the rest got the gist of my answers too, don’t you?”
“It was clear enough I suppose.”
“Can I get you a coffee?”
“Yes, thankyou. I’d love one.”
In the canteen they sat together, face to face at the single table in a corner. At first they were quiet regarding their conversation until it developed into something substantial. Craig asked about her high school days and she replied openly about her thoughts then compared to now. “Reality hits hard when it eventually creeps up on you,” he said. “I remember my high school days clearly. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do when it all ended. Took me a good seven years before I qualified in my subject, eventually. It was reality that made me think more seriously about myself and what I wanted.”
Zoë listened and watched him intently. She wondered what it would be like to know this man more intimately. He seemed such a nice man with his first impressions. A mature guy that actually lowered himself to her level like nobody had ever done before. She looked around, noticing other students from their class. “What would they think if they see us together like this. I must look like the teachers pet or something?”
“Don’t worry about that. I will most likely give the rest of them my one to one treatment somewhere along the line as time goes on.” His eyes scanned every feature of her face, young and fresh without a blemish in sight. He was captured by her natural astounding looks. It had been a while since he had set eyes on such youthful beauty and she certainly had it. Her gentle and open personality even complimented it.
She thanked him kindly for the coffee and stood to leave the table. As she walked away he noticed more things about her. The way her short skirt upon her curvaceous rear hung above her thighs as she walked away leaving the rest of his imagination to fill in the hidden detail. She sexually aroused him and he certainly had the imagination that was needed. To him, Zoë was perfect and he saw her like most men would. He quickly tried to change his thoughts. He was married and happy with what his wife provided to him sexually, infact in all the years he had known Marie, he had never strayed once or even thought about it seriously as part of his agenda.
For four hours a week they saw each other. The lectures continued as usual. Life continued s normally as possible for both of them. But during those following weeks things had developed in both their minds. Craig found himself wishing she were there in class. He could not bare thinking about the prospect that she may be absent or give up her studies. Somehow, he had to see her consistently to feel good about himself. And the same respects with Zoë also existed. She looked forwards to him being at college. His very being their made her want to continue and study harder than should normally. With Craig in mind, there were no other reasons that caused her to be distracted. He became a central figure in her academic life, and he dominated her conversations with friends and family whenever they asked about her studies.
Making love to Marie was always good. It was regular and with the usual love and desire they shared for each other. Then one night something strange happened. Craig was about to cum as he made love to Marie and her cries and moans of appreciation spurred him on. Together they would both reach their climax, but this time as he looked into her eyes, he could see someone else their instead. His mind had replaced the face of Marie with that of Zoë’s. It changed the way he saw things. It even scared him a little.
“Are you ok?” Marie asked as they lay in each others embrace, recovering their senses. Marie could sense there was something not quite right. And Craig had to think about what had just happened. He could not explain what had happened to her. The whole thing would spoil their moment and even their whole relationship if he had told her who this person was.
“I’m fine. I had a touch of cramp in my thigh that’s all. I’ve been on my feet a lot recently. Nothing to worry about. I probably need more exercise.” And at that, Marie was satisfied with the reason for his sudden despair at that crucial point in their climax. But, Craig continued to think about Zoë and what it would be like to make love to her in the same way as he did with Marie. He found it hard not to and even more so as time went on. That young student he was beginning to admire so much began to dictate his thoughts.
Zoë leaned over her desk to retrieve her bag. Craig watched from his desk and he noticed her, especially the way she did it. Her skirt rode up, revealing her panties just briefly. It was no doubt accidental and to him appropriate. For one brief moment he could see something he had only used his imagination to visualize. The way the material clung around her buttocks and tightened in to cosset her mound from underneath. He had often wondered what it would be like to touch and feel that certain place, even taste her whilst making love. He quickly dispensed with his thoughts as she came towards him.
“I enjoyed today,” She told him with a smile that melted his heart so much. “I think I’m ready to do my first composition. Would you help me choose a subject?” He looked at her in such a way that made him focus upon her pert young breasts beneath the top and figure forming underwear. For the first time ever his arousal became so apparent and so strong. He had to think, become more responsible as his thoughts began to take over. “What’s wrong?” she asked him.
“Oh nothing, I was just thinking.”
“About me?” She asked. Zoë knew exactly what he was thinking. She had noticed him during those past weeks and saw the way he looked at her. His eyes always followed her around. While he lectured he looked directly at her, singling her out from the rest of the class. She was in his favour and there were no doubts about it. That was exactly where she wanted him. It made her feel wanted and special. Afterall, he was now someone she had regarded as being “special”. He looked at her with his beaming brown eyes and smiled. She also knew he had feelings for her. She had seen that look before in other men who indicated clearly to her that she had captivated their attention. She wanted his attention more than anything else.
“I’m sorry if I appeared to glare at you.” He apologised, tidying up his files. “Yes of course I will help you. Any ideas?”
“I have lots of ideas. And no need to apologise for looking at me. I know what is on your mind.”
“Really? And what would that be?”
“You fancy me don’t you Craig? Admit it. I can tell.”
“What gave you that idea?” he tried desperately to evade her question, covering his real feelings with a gentle laugh. But it did not work, she was too wise and he too stupid to even think she would believe his naivety. He stopped and thought a while as her eyes pierced into him. It was true; he did fancy her and it ran much deeper than just lust. He could not get her out of his mind no matter what.
“You want to get to know me don’t you Craig? Take me on a date even? Have a good time perhaps?”
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“Look Zoë I think you are a fantastic girl and an excellent student so far…”
“Stop hiding it. You want to get to know me and I don’t mind. I want it too.”
He had just been propositioned and by someone he never ever had expected. Of course he wanted that, but, he was committed. Such a situation was impossible he thought. It was the stuff of his wildest imagination and he already loved his wife. How could this happen? He so desperately wanted both women, if only it was possible. The struggle to hide his feelings driven by common sense seemed stupid. He needed to break free and like a child discovering something new and wonderful, he had to try it out and see what lay beyond.
“Ok. Listen. How about meeting me this evening in town?”
“Sounds cool. Where?”
“Graysons Bar, eight-thirty. Do you know it?”
“I’ll find it, don’t worry.” She leaned forward, resting her hands on the desk and almost whispered: “It’s our secret, ok? Nobody else needs to know.” He could not help himself as her lips moved closer to his. However, she knew that a kiss on the lips would signify too much intimacy. A teasing kiss upon his forehead would be appropriate enough to seal their arrangement.
That evening Craig turned up at Graysons Bar in his usual casual dress, as if he was meeting neighbours and friends at his local pub. Zoë was already there, sat on a stool by the bar wearing something less formal and more expensive than usual. Her make up made her look more mature and enhanced her looks even more astoundingly. She was the Goddess he had worshipped and he felt proud to have her in his company. Together they relaxed, ordered drinks and he was suddenly whisked back to a time when he dated often. And funnily enough, Graysons Bar was the very place he once took Marie in those heady days before they married. He chose it wisely, to remind him that he had a past and a present with someone he respected and loved.
Their conversation was totally professional at first. He listened to her ideas about a story she wanted to convey in words on paper. The content was romantic and hard to avoid the subject of relationships between two lovers. He offered examples of Shakespeare and others from english literature and she took note of what he explained. In-between their conversation he found innuendos creeping in, the more they drank. He became more relaxed and soon they sat closer to each other like intimate friends and began to share certain things about each other.
“When was the last time you made love?” he asked.
“You mean when was the last time I had a good shag?” she replied. He found her reply very forward, but then that was how Zoë was; open and straight with no holds barred.
“Ok, if that’s what you want to call it?”
“Ages ago. I’m quite desperate right now. I love sex. The wilder the better. What are you into?” His mind wandered, spurred on by her presence and the fact that he was in her company. She was willing and able it seemed for him to experiment, if that was at all possible. She on the other hand was available too, willing to permit this man to show her some things she had never had the pleasure of experiencing before. Besides, he was hot stuff, a career person, he had substance, married even and most of all; he was the only person in her life that seemed important right there and then.
As restrictions dissipated between them, their conversation turned erotic. Now he saw her as his idealistic plaything that only other men his age dreamed of having. But, there was something else also. He respected her as if he cared about her. Just like it was with Marie, back in those days that they first met.
Zoë loved to talk “dirty” as it turned her on sexually knowing he was older. But to her he was not just some guy she had met in a bar. Craig was her friend and someone she felt she could trust with her life. She was willing to play along with him, but instead of just offering a good night kiss and leaving him frustrated like many she had teased, she wanted him so much.
“Do you have to be home with your wife tonight?” she asked.
“Not too early. I told her I was going to meet friends to discuss certain aspects of work. Those meetings usually go on and on into the early hours of the morning. What do you have in mind?”
“We could hire a room here…if you wanted to?”
Craig knew exactly what those rooms were used for. Some of the bar’s clients would often meet to get together in such a way. And he knew what Zoë had in mind for both of them. It seemed so clinical at first thought and then his conscience crept up on him. The suggestion was unthinkable, yet pleasing. Who was going to know? He wanted it just as desperately as she did and Marie was not around to physically relieve him or even rescue him from his frustrated desires. It seemed dishonestly appropriate, even daring and something he wanted to do so much to break with tradition and the normality of life.
They entered their room. A bed and ensuite bathroom was all it had to offer. A room that was clean and served its purpose for a one night stay or stand. In their case, it was the latter. They were both slightly intoxicated on drink and lust. It reminded him of his honeymoon and he realized that his conscience was still trying to warn him before it took serious hold of his situation. She was so desirable that nothing could prevent what was about to unfold.
Zoë removed her high heel shoes and threw herself onto the bed. Craig looked at her intently. There she was, waiting to be had. Those weeks of fantasy dreaming had become a virtual reality soon to be made real for sure. And, slowly Zoë began to show him what she had to offer as she began to strip from the dress, revealing her pert breasts at first and then the rest of her young perfect body. Craig could only admire her at first. Her naked body was so luscious and so overwhelmingly beautiful as she opened her thighs to tease him. Her tiny tuft of pubic hair crowned the very spot he had dreamed of touching and tasting so much. Suddenly he realized who she was. Not just a sexual fantasy, but also someone he really did care for.
Has she lay on the bed, with an older man between her thighs giving herself openly to him, she began to think about things as his tongue gently caressed her most intimate parts. She had never allowed her lovers and ex boy friends to go there before, realizing how private it was. This time it was different because Craig was mature, atleast he knew what to expect and he would be honest about what he thought or even did. It felt good and exactly as she had always imagined. Craig was enjoying every moment of it as much as she was and so she relaxed and allowed things to go on. She found herself begin to enjoy the sensations of him exploring her and tongue-touching her very sensual nub, making her climax and yielding herself to him. He was in heaven on earth when she responded the way she did. She was so sweet to the taste as she came, just as he had imagined she would be. He loved everything about her. The way she responded and the feel, smell and very taste of her skin and bodily juices turned him on so much.
Zoë had seen many cocks. Small, medium, wide and slim. But for some reason, Craig’s was just perfect. Not too long or not too wide. She took it in her hand and stroked it slowly. “You can give me oral if you want?” he whispered, stroking her hair with his fingers as he knelt beside her. Again, she had never ventured there before and slowly she tasted him, feeling him slide into her mouth as far as she could take him. It was good and so pleasant. It was so intimate too. Taking a man in your mouth seemed the most intimate thing of all acts possible.
Soon the time came when they wanted to share something special. The act of intercourse was going to become an obvious highlight of their night. Both sharing that moment of climax together as one. And with caution in hand she handed him the condom. There was no questioning about it, safety was too important now.
Later, Craig slipped into bed beside his wife. His arms cuddled her in embrace as she slept without a second thought about what he had just done. It was only later, after sleep that he began to realize what had happened. Marie turned to him and kissed him as he opened his eyes. The dream he had was dominated by Zoë and what they did. “Morning my love. How was your meeting?” she asked. His eyes sprang wide and he looked at her.
“It was very intense.” He sat up and rubbed his eyes. “It went on a bit late. Must have been three when I got back.” He searched for the alarm clock noticing the time, ten-forty or thereabouts. Marie lay beside him, naked, expecting their usual weekend morning session of lovemaking. But, Craig seemed opposed to any thoughts regarding that. He quickly made his way to the bathroom, leaving Marie wondering. On his return soon after he was dressed and it was clear to her that sex was not on his immediate agenda that morning.
As the weeks turned into months Craig and Zoë continued to be student and teacher for those four hours a week. On other occasions they had become lovers, spending hours together whenever they could. And Marie began to notice something about his behaviour. He was going to meetings more often late in the evenings and when they made love, although it was good, Craig would take much longer to cum and seemed less interested than usual. Instead of being playful on his own behalf, it was Marie who had to encourage their intimate times together.
Marie did not like these changes. But she understood that men did sometimes become less interested. Maybe it was those meetings he had? Maybe work was getting harder during the mid term perhaps? She never once thought seriously about what was really happening, although it had crossed her mind on more than one occasion.
Zoë loved the attention of her new lover. It felt as if she had met that ideal man atlast. He was her mentor too and she would do almost anything to please him. Craig now was the real center figure of her life and she became less and less aware that he was married to another woman. Her demands on his time were stressing him. He so much wanted to be around when she needed him, but it was impossible. Craig had to hide their relationship as best he could. Making love and caring for two women in reality was not that easy. It was also expensive. And that Christmas brought his bank balance into dire straits.
“What have you spent it on?” Marie asked, checking the bank statements over lunch. “We have never been so much in the red before. I can’t understand it. What are all these extra withdrawls each week?”
“I needed the cash.”
“What for? You are clearly spending too much on something. They are enormous.”
It was getting harder to think of reasonable excuses. The situation was becoming more and more riskier and now the spending made it obvious to him. He had to make decisions sooner rather than later. It was either Zoë and face certain separation or even divorce, or break the heart of someone he had just learned to love as much as had loved his devoted Marie. Life without Marie was unthinkable as they had gone through so much pain together in their past. Not being able to have children together was devastating enough. They needed each other so much, and always would. Break-up would destroy both of them.
Craig sat in the bar and waited for his lover to arrive. This time he had something to say which he dreaded. It was time to lay all of his cards onto the table and face his problems head on. Zoë would surely understand. And when she arrived looking as radiant as ever, his heart began to sink, knowing what had to be said. She agreed to order a round of drinks and a meal at the restaurant nearby. He held out his hand and forced her to sit at the table.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Listen to what I have to say. And please listen carefully.” She could see he meant business. He was serious and never before had she seen him so worried. “We have to stop this.”
“Wait. What do you mean? Break-up?”
“Yes, if that is the way you want to put it.” He began to explain their circumstances and his point of view as to how and why it should end that way. Zoë did not agree. She could not agree. The whole suggestion sounded outrageously stupid. They loved each other and that was that. For the first time ever they had reached an argument since being together over the months. She was upset and almost pleaded with him to reconsider things. But, Craig was determined their affair had to come to an end, although he himself would have loved for it to carry on forever. Zoë stood up and turned. She left the bar in tears and she hailed a passing taxicab on the street that took her home. He felt so awful, having to do such a thing, but the time had to come and the final decision had to be made.
“You ok love?” the cabdriver asked. She sat in the back seat sobbing her heart out. She ignored him at first until he repeated his concerns. “Mind your own fucking business, ok?” she replied abruptly. Her anger and remorse was unmistakably apparent.
Craig stayed to drown his sorrows in the bar. He realized once the alcohol began to take affect that he had to stat calm and cool, so as not to show his real feelings when he eventually got home. Marie was already becoming overly suspicious, or so he thought. Infact, she trusted him so much that it was still the last thought in her mind that he would be having an affair with a student let alone anyone else. Now it was over. Those three and a half months had come to an end and he still had someone atleast to go home to at the end of the day.
Zoë was bitter. She went absent from class for two weeks. Instead of being the bubbly person she had become, she turned depressed and spent her days thinking about the good things that could have happened if she and Craig had stayed together and continued. Those thoughts made her feel even worse, making her hate him even more. She could not bear to even set eyes upon him. College was now fast becoming another opportunity she would have to let go. Craig was part and parcel to it all, it was him or nothing.
One day, she woke up and realized that letting a man ruin her life like this was not exactly what she wanted. Those two weeks allowed her to think more clearly once the grief had subsided. It was not too late to pick up the pieces again, without him being so close. It was something she had to try atleast. Afterall he was just another man like the rest. He took what he wanted, enjoyed it and then dumped her. It had to happen sometime. She considered it to be all part of life’s experiences and would learn something from it.
Craig watched her enter the class and take her place at her desk. His heart beat faster in his chest at the sheer presence of her being there. He still loved her and the same feelings struck her too. As soon as she noticed him, she wanted him so much. It was not easy for either of them. Yet, they both knew things could never be the same as before. Together, they fought their emotions and continued. Their recent passed hanging over them like a phantom, but at the same time, a pleasant phantom that lured them into a wonderful relationship when it lasted, for as long as it did.
The following weeks went by and there seemed to be some kind of healing between them. It was as if nothing had happened. Craig paid more attention to her academic progress, which Zoë took more and more serious as the time passed. They even began to laugh and joke between each other and somehow that healing was not just about amicable separation as lovers, it was a rekindling of their feelings too. Neither of them realized what was unfolding until one afternoon, Craig had invited her for lunch at a nearby restaurant.
They both enquired about how they felt and listened over their meal. Craig explained that he had fallen in love with two women and it was impossible to be seeing both of them at the same time as lovers. Zoë understood, or atleast she tried to understand. She still knew that deep inside that he was the man she wanted more than any other. She tried to tell him that there was a place in her heart that was still vacant for him and in her choice of words; “waiting for someone else to come along and fill that space.”
Craig was touched by her thoughts. He even felt jealous, knowing that place was really his. “How about I give you a ride home later after college? And I can see that rough estate your live on you keep writing about so much?”
“Sure, that would be nice,” she agreed. He had never once been to her home or anywhere near in those three and a half long months they had been together. “But, you can’t meet my parents, ok?” she joked.
“There would be no point, would there?” He looked sincere. If only he was single. She would certainly be the one he would love to be with. However, that was not the case. Marie was his proper and justified lover, not Zoë. Playing one against the other was why it all went wrong in the first place.
That evening he drove Zoë to her home across town. The journey was silent between them as their favourite tunes played on the stereo. Craig parked the car a few houses away from her own and they sat for a while listening and thinking. It was dusk, and the subdued streetlights had left them reasonably unnoticed by anyone who happened to pass by.
The full rush of feelings towards each other was rekindled as they kissed. This was no first time kiss; this was a re-awakening of a love that had never died. Together they were re-discovering the long lost feelings that they had once shared, that neither had ever dared to share with any other. It was their love. A love re-visited as they embraced each other once more, a crescendo of the past that only they knew. Once more entwined in total unity. Lips and eyes caressed as two bodies merged as one before finally reaching the zenith of all human experience. The sowing of the seed and the acceptance of the seed was once more brought to life, or was it? Words of hope were spoken as Craig whispered softly into her ear. “We now have a future to rebuild, perhaps.”
Zoë’s eyes changed and became colder. Feelings that were willing to be shared only moments ago were now retracting. How could he suggest such a thing? It was just a moment in time, a reflection of what they had in their past. “We need to talk about it.” She told him, pushing him away gently. Their heads moved away, still close but now outside of the aura of their bodies. Nothing made sense; every spoken word seemed to make things worse. Love was screaming out from within yet love was seemingly seeping away like water upon arid land. “You’re taking the piss!” was the continued spoken response she gave him. The last words that were heard before the total fracture of the heart, the complete breakdown seemed final as she opened the door and left, slamming it behind her.
Why? There was a future, they both knew it surely? Craig watched as she strode towards her house. His heart sank deeper as he thought about it. Maybe there was someway they could still love each other, a reasonable place, somewhere in-between that could be found that they both could agree upon. But it seemed it was too late.
Zoë stopped, almost at her garden gate. He started the engine and noticed her simply standing still in the street, her back towards him. Then she turned and looked at him in the beaming headlights of his car. She sighed to herself and thought. Surely, this cannot be the end? They had so much in common and still so much love to give. Those months were not based purely on lust and desire. Love did mean something special between two people.
Craig suddenly realized at that moment that he only loved one woman, not two. For as long as he had been married to Marie, there was something missing now. Something that had diminished over the years that used to be there once. That something was true love. Marie had become like a best friend he had learned to live with. She was part of his life like a devoted sister, but one he was allowed to
make love to. Now it really was different feelings altogether. True love had now been sought in Zoë, not Marie. Life was so cruel indeed.
Three years later, Zoë lay on the hospital bed with her thighs tucked high and wide. The pain was tremendous, but bearable as the final contraction pushed the head of her child into the world. Craig held her hand as she felt their son take his first gasp of air and cry. Then the nurse placed him onto her breast to take his first ever feed as they both admired the miracle of life unfold before their very eyes. They were happy and content, despite the age gap between them and now even happier to see what their love for each other had created.
Marie was happy too. She had discovered that divorce from a man she had been married to was not so bad afterall. Atleast, finally he was happy with his new wife and son. She could now spend time pursuing the career she so much desired all her life and while there was still time left, she wrote her own experiences of life and published them successfully, as a writer of romance and fantasy.
The End © Sienna 2005
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You are too damn quick little missSienna said:
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I dream of Sleep
The night I dreamt I slipped back to when I was a young girl but I woke talking to boys about fucking girls, fucking girls like me, by those young boy who in there way don’t know all the ways of fucking girls like me. Was I a boy?
Suddenly in my dream I am now older, so much older but I am still talking to those young boys and I love those boys and I make love all those young boy and the day flashes past but seconds ago I was one of them.
One boy says I love fucking with a girl like you but it is me that is talking and it is me who is saying with a girl like you.
Lord knows there are things we all can do, just me and you. Come on and make it fuck me hurt me make it hurt me and fuck me that’s so good Come on Baby, make it hurt fuck me so good. Is it me fucking me is it my body that I am using in my dream am I awake while thinking about fucking my self and is t me going into my own body and the shaft that is pounding into me but it is my head entering my sexual lips and as it is the body of a boy I see before me entering me it s through my eyes I see my own body accepting him.
Confused Yes this is a dream or fragments of a dream that I have been having for a month and each time it starts at a different point but I always awake before each part is explained
The night I dreamt I slipped back to when I was a young girl but I woke talking to boys about fucking girls, fucking girls like me, by those young boy who in there way don’t know all the ways of fucking girls like me. Was I a boy?
Suddenly in my dream I am now older, so much older but I am still talking to those young boys and I love those boys and I make love all those young boy and the day flashes past but seconds ago I was one of them.
One boy says I love fucking with a girl like you but it is me that is talking and it is me who is saying with a girl like you.
Lord knows there are things we all can do, just me and you. Come on and make it fuck me hurt me make it hurt me and fuck me that’s so good Come on Baby, make it hurt fuck me so good. Is it me fucking me is it my body that I am using in my dream am I awake while thinking about fucking my self and is t me going into my own body and the shaft that is pounding into me but it is my head entering my sexual lips and as it is the body of a boy I see before me entering me it s through my eyes I see my own body accepting him.
Confused Yes this is a dream or fragments of a dream that I have been having for a month and each time it starts at a different point but I always awake before each part is explained
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Very provocativey written MsLinnet, I am impressed. Thank You for your post and thank you for reminding me that I need to finish my story off tooMsLinnet said:
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Gaia_Lorraine said:Very provocativey written MsLinnet, I am impressed. Thank You for your post and thank you for reminding me that I need to finish my story off too
Hi had the same dream gain last night I had all the boys once again taking there turn, one second I could see them the next I could see me taking each of them then my legs wrapping my arms and legs around them I feel it is the feel of there bodies I crave but then I see me and it is my body I crave.
Hell I need this explained it is driving me mad…
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My very close friend Sienna (who posted the story below) is a qualified pyschologist. I have emailed her to ask if she can help to interpret.MsLinnet said:
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I thought stories had to be submitted to the site, not added in the BB...
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Had to be submitted?Hallowed Eve said:
These 'stories' did not exist before the challenge and in Sienna's case the story below has subsequently been submitted and approved -
http://english.literotica.com:81/stories/memberpage.php?uid=25315&page=submissions
If this workshop has helped someone to create a story then I make no apologies for it.
Be creative, join in.
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I wasn't trying to make you, or anyone, apologize for anything. I was basically asking about the submission rules for Lit as I thought I knew them. Sorry.
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Do you (or anyone) know where I can get clarification of this?Hallowed Eve said:
Its is not my intention to contravene the rules of LIT.
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Thank you to both Ms Linnet and Sienna for clearing this up.Sienna said:You are not breaking any rules. This is a section for story ideas and that includes the type of challenge you are suggesting...
And thank you Hallowed Eve for raising the point, it was something that I had not considered.
But if there are rules then surely they must be published somewhere easily accessable?
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I just thought I saw the Mod delete threads where people posted stories on them, that's all.
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Well I'll finish my version of the challenge (hopefully this side of christmas) and post it here. If I like it I will submit it and if the mods don't like it.... it's been nice taking to you Hallowed EveHallowed Eve said:
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NEW VIRUS WARNING !
I received the following email this morning at work -:
VERY IMPORTANT WARNING
This is not a joke!
Please Be Extremely Careful especially if using internet mail such as Yahoo, Hotmail, AOL and so on. This information arrived this morning direct from both Microsoft and Norton.
Please send it to everybody you know who has access to the Internet.
You may receive an apparently harmless email with a Power Point presentation "Life is beautiful."
If you receive it DO NOT OPEN THE FILE UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, and delete it immediately. If you open this file, a message will
appear on your screen saying:
"It is too late now, your life is no longer beautiful."
This is an old scaremongering joke and has been going around for many years.
I received the following email this morning at work -:
VERY IMPORTANT WARNING
This is not a joke!
Please Be Extremely Careful especially if using internet mail such as Yahoo, Hotmail, AOL and so on. This information arrived this morning direct from both Microsoft and Norton.
Please send it to everybody you know who has access to the Internet.
You may receive an apparently harmless email with a Power Point presentation "Life is beautiful."
If you receive it DO NOT OPEN THE FILE UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, and delete it immediately. If you open this file, a message will
appear on your screen saying:
"It is too late now, your life is no longer beautiful."
This is an old scaremongering joke and has been going around for many years.
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I have seen and participated in challenges and most of them are set by the creator of the thread and challenge,
a dead line for submission .....date?
a parallel thread for the 'stories only' and can add a poll for readers to vote which they liked.
a simple write and post it here <like this challenge>
chain stories and writer collaborations
I do not think there is a problem with posting a tale on threads but they may prefer a smaller word count? <ask the mod>
I have posted a few short tales and they were not removed. I personally <grin> would make a submission deadline and as they post create a link in a thread set with a poll for the challenge <grin>
have a nice day ...bows (~_~) humble
a dead line for submission .....date?
a parallel thread for the 'stories only' and can add a poll for readers to vote which they liked.
a simple write and post it here <like this challenge>
chain stories and writer collaborations
I do not think there is a problem with posting a tale on threads but they may prefer a smaller word count? <ask the mod>
I have posted a few short tales and they were not removed. I personally <grin> would make a submission deadline and as they post create a link in a thread set with a poll for the challenge <grin>
have a nice day ...bows (~_~) humble
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Thank You for your post My Erotic Trail I take your suggestions seriously and will certainly consider implementing them.My Erotic Trail said:
This particular challenge is very much a 'one-off' due to the nature of it. However I would certainly like to expand the thread and add new challenges, not just by myself but by anyone who can propose a short brain-storming literary goal for us to stretch our writing skills with.
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If I may ask, Trail, why have you been changing your name as the years go by? I noticed in your sig line that each link went to a new screen name at Lit. (And it's not quite 2006 yet! lol)
lol)
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Five Senses
We have five senses -:
- Sight
- Hearing
- Touch
- Taste
- Smell
The first challenge is to write a short story or a poem based on the first of these senses...
SIGHT.
It has been done before, that I accept, however in my case I only reached Touch before Yahoo closed down our writers's room. I have unfinished business here, God Bless Yahoo
Deadline? It's christmas, so 31st Jan 2006.
Have a great christmas and I wish you all a fantastic New Year
We have five senses -:
- Sight
- Hearing
- Touch
- Taste
- Smell
The first challenge is to write a short story or a poem based on the first of these senses...
SIGHT.
It has been done before, that I accept, however in my case I only reached Touch before Yahoo closed down our writers's room. I have unfinished business here, God Bless Yahoo
Deadline? It's christmas, so 31st Jan 2006.
Have a great christmas and I wish you all a fantastic New Year
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Gaia_Lorraine said:We have five senses -:
- Sight
- Hearing
- Touch
- Taste
- Smell
The first challenge is to write a short story or a poem based on the first of these senses...
SIGHT.
It has been done before, that I accept, however in my case I only reached Touch before Yahoo closed down our writers's room. I have unfinished business here, God Bless Yahoo
Deadline? It's christmas, so 31st Jan 2006.
Have a great christmas and I wish you all a fantastic New Year
I cannot hide my eyes
words with no voice
read the unspoken
I cannot hide my lies
If only you lived within
the window of my eyes
feel the things I try to hide
you will see
Come closer look within
take me as I am
penetrate my mind
my beauty, my sin
See my inner thought
the dream that lies therein
Within our mirrored mind
no need to say a word
the word is in our eyes
Saying what you need to hear
“Love” is what you heard
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