Category: Stay By My Side

Stay By My Side! ( 5 )

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He stopped at a restaurant and ordered a takeaway meal of spaghetti and some French fries. He asked me but when I didn’t answer him, he took something which I always liked to have.

Patrick and I had had our share of fights. It was usually because he could not keep up the dates and dinners he planned with me, or he forgetting about me, once he entered the Firm. He would always explain that it was because of his work. He had to work up to father’s expectations and for that he was forgiven, always. He would buy me a few roses or a ring, depending on the severity of my anger.

But now more than angry, I was hurt. Was Patrick sleeping with women, while I was kept waiting? Had he been coaxing me with gifts to avoid me from suspecting his affairs? I wanted the truth. I needed it.

When we drove quite far, there was this small garden, with a wooden bench. This place was where we would always come when we wanted some peace or when we wanted to spend time with each other. When I kept my feet out of the car, I realized how cloudy it was. The wind was strong and cold. The small plants seemed to be swaying in turmoil as I was being uprooted from the roots of my love.

Patrick came around and offered his hand to help me get out. I looked at him. There was peace and calm and a strange serenity on his face. His green eyes were like a mystery to me today. I stepped out by myself. And walked away. He banged the door hard and started walking behind me.

When I reached the bench, I sat on the corner of it. Patrick got a bottle of water from within the car and washed his hands. He offered to me. I let the water cleanse my hands. Still not a word from him, not a question asked. He sat beside me on the bench. His thighs touched mine, but not love or desire filled me. It was fury and annoyance that was flaring within my body.

He opened the sealed box and handed me a spoon. He put the food in front of me, my stomach was grumbling. I hadn’t eaten since the breakfast and I knew neither had he.

I am not hungry, I said.
Eat something Anna, please, he said in a soft tone. You know I would never begin unless you take the first morsel.
That was Patrick, as always. Wouldn’t take a morsel when we dined together. He loved me so much. Why was I suspicious about him then?

I took a spoonful of spaghetti and ate it. He plunged his spoon and took a spoonful and ate as quickly. He was really hungry. We kept eating silently, spaghetti and fries. When we were done, he put it all into the polythene bag.

Suddenly he got up from the side of the bench. He came in front of me, he bent down. He was on his knees now. His ironed grey pants were getting soiled by the damp soil, but he did not care. He placed his arms on my knees, What happened Anna? What makes you so mad at me?

His eyes looked at me confusingly. His face filled with concern. His arms on my knees and his hands holding me softly at my shoulders.
Patrick, I want to know something, and you will not lie to me. How much ever pain it will cause me, you will not hide the truth. I hope I deserve this much clarity between us as man and wife.

He looked at me. Bewildered as ever. What is it that you need to know? What bothers you so much my Queen? His words sounded as genuine as they were spoken on the day we confessed about our love.

Patrick……. Tell me….. Tell my truly, why was Alice in your office? What happened last night?
He looked at me dazed. What are trying to ask Anna? Do you think I am cheating you? Do you think I would fall that vixen of a woman, or for that matter, any other woman?

My eyes were filled with tears now. I didn’t look at his face. I was scared, I would get influenced by his innocent face and deep green eyes. I looked beyond him. A question does not provide answers to my questions Patrick! You need to answer me!

He slowly withdrew his hands from my shoulder. I wanted his hold to go tighter but he loosened the grip.
You are being suspicious of me, Anna! You think I sleep with every woman who comes to meet me or I come across!

Don’t try to read my thoughts, just tell me the truth! I retorted in anger.
He stood up. His body became rigid and there was all silence around.
I am extremely saddened Anna, he said, It has hurt me more than anything that you would have doubts on me. That you would disregard my love that I have had for you since I met you! So, I do not think i should answer anything Anna. You are the judge here. After years of love that I gave you, this is my earning!

His demeanor became more cold and I was surprised that he wasn’t trying to talk it out with with me.
He bent down and kept the car keys beside me. And started walking away. I did not raise my eyes, I didn’t want to see him. His silence was adding more fuel to the fire of suspicion that had sparked within my heart and mind.

Slowly he moved out of my range, I saw his back, but he didn’t even turn once. My heart told me to call out to him, to run and catch him, to hug him and hold my heart close to his back. But his escapist behavior was proving me right. I burst into tears and just then, the skies seemed to cry with me. The clouds were unable to hold the rains like my heart was unable to bear the pain the man I loved the most, was giving me. There in the little garden, the clouds, the sky and I wept!

S.F.R.

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Stay By My Side! ( 4 )

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I was shocked. Could she have effected Patrick? Did he cheat on me last night? But he was so loving and passionate while we made love. He didn’t seem spent or tired.

Was it just a casual kiss? Did he cheat on me earlier? Did he fall for any woman before Alice? Was Alice just teasing me or was she telling the truth? Was I overreacting? These questions would drive me crazy.

The hardest thing was going to be to question Patrick. He was sensitive but I needed answers. I had never had any suspicions on him. He had been loyal to me, I knew that, my heart knew that. Was it right to question his loyalty due to one devilish woman?

I wore my shoes and locked up the apartment. I went down the stairs. Luckily Alice wasn’t around. I didn’t want to see that woman. The driver came around as soon as he saw me. I got into the car, and told him to drive to father’s office. I had to go there. I needed to talk to him sooner.

When I reached there, everyone was surprised. I usually avoided going to The Firm, that’s what I called it. It kind of scared me. But now here I was, as I was too scared of the reality, of the truth that could come out. As I walked in, the doorman, opened the door with a pleasant smile. They all knew me, as I arranged small luncheons for them and brought gifts for all the employees for occasions like Christmas and Thanksgiving.

The receptionist, Susan, was as cheery as ever. She was always alert and active. She was at father’s office for the last seven or eight years. Could she also have slept with Patrick? My stomach churned with disgust. She smiled at me and told, I could wait as Patrick was having a meeting with a potential client, while father was out for some meeting. I walked around as I waited. I also needed to think what I was going to tell him.

I was at the corner of the hallway. Suddenly, the door of Patrick’s office opened, and stepping out of it was a woman. It was the woman, whom I had started hating in the last hour. She was wearing a dark blue, off shoulder T-shirt, with her bare side revealing more than the shoulder. Her T-shirt was such a small size, that it covered less on the top side and revealed her studded navel from the bottom. She wore tight jeans, which made me wonder how she fitted into it. As she stepped out, she wiped her eyes with the tissue in her hand. She turned around, looking into the glass, she heaved a sigh which made her mounds of flesh rise and fall. She looked at her lipstick as if to check for smudges.

It was that bitch. Alice. Seeing her come out and do those things made my blood boil with anger. She turned away from the glass door and started walking. Every man in that place watched her butt sway. Even her walk created a sensual aura around her. And how damn I hated her.

I quickly stepped in the office. Patrick had his back to the door. He was cradling the receiver between his ear and shoulder. His white shirt was crinkled up and all sweaty, his coat was on the big chair behind the table. I walked in quietly. I placed my hand on his other shoulder.

In the receiver, he said, Hold on please!
He raised his head and said, I told you Alice, I am sorry but I can’t help you anymore.
I wondered what she had asked for and what “help” did he already give her.

With a low shaky voice, I said, Patrick, it’s me, not Alice!
He turned around to face me. There was surprise on his face, extreme shock. But there was not a shadow of guilt. Was he such a good performer, that I couldn’t catch his emotions?

Oh! Goodness Anna! When did you come? And what a pleasant surprise! He said it with so much joy that he sounded so genuine. And he hugged me. I stood as still as a mannequin.

I came while you were having a meeting ……with the woman, you advised me to stay away from! I sounded more harsh than I intended.
What is wrong Anna? He asked. His face had turned all pale and white. Was it guilt that was creeping in now?

I think it is better we do not talk here Patrick. Let us go out somewhere. I don’t want father or his employees to know about what you are doing being my back. I retorted in anger. I was trying hard to avoid shouting so I was speaking through my teeth.

Patrick picked up the keys to his car from the table. He didn’t say a word. He walked with me to the car. He opened the door for me. I got in and sat. He sat in the driver seat and drove out of the parking space.

Where do you want me to drive you? A coffee shop? A bar? A restaurant? Where Anna? He asked softly.
I didn’t know what to tell him.

Just drive away from the hustle and noise. I want a place where no one can see us. I managed to mutter. There was a lump in my throat and I knew I would burst up any moment. Just what I didn’t want to do!

I was breaking within. What things would get revealed to me? What secrets would get spilled? Was I ready to hear them? Was I willing to hear them? Did I have the heart to listen to any incident of unfaithfulness of his? Was I ready?

S.F.R.

Stay By My Side! (3)

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Life was like a dream, there was just love and more of love between us. Our home was a haven of love and care. It was my home, my sweet home with my loving husband. Patrick was an awesome human, hardworking lawyer and a passionate lover. He made me feel beautiful and loved, with every gesture of his. His concern for me even while in the session of our intense love making, made me feel like his arms and his hard body was my fort, my palace, my paradise.

Patrick was extremely hard working and a serious lawyer, an asset to the firm he was. Father always took pride in discussing his accomplishments. Patrick had utmost care and respect for father. They seemed more like father and son. Sharing their passion for law and the center of their world was me! What would a woman want!

Every happiness was falling into my overwhelmed hands. I felt like a blessed woman. I was an at home wife, always around for father and Patrick. I was allowed all the luxuries of life. And then I met, Alice.

Alice was our new neighbor. She was the most beautiful woman I had seen. We had met, or rather we ran into one another at a women’s welfare charity dinner. She was dressed in the most elegant red gown. She was like one of those Victoria Secret models. Right curves at the right places. Her voluptuous breasts made her look dangerously intimidating. After five years of marriage, it was the first time, I was bothered about my looks.

She garnered all attention at the diner. She left and the guests seemed to have nothing to talk except her. I stayed sometime and then I left. On the way, I saw a car, parked at the side. It seemed to have broken down. I asked the driver to check out who it was. Being a lawyer and a women’s welfare activist I was always alert, due to the rise in the rapes and robbery. He returned to say, that it was the car of a woman, her chauffeur was trying to check on the problem. When I sent him back to ask about her residence. He returned with a happy face. We were going to the same place.

I got down and was in for  surprise to see the red gowned beauty there. Gladly, I offered her to join in so we could take her back safely. She readily agreed. And we drove back home. Thus, began my friendship with Alice. Earlier it was a once in a while meeting, then slowly we went out to same parlour, for coffees and to welfare dinners.

She had shifted here due to her divorce, and she didn’t talk much about it. She never said why she wanted to divorce and so I never pressed for it. But as we spent time together, I wondered if she was divorcing her husband, or was it the other way. This idea cropped up when I saw her flirt with every man she came across. Her smile would get bewitching, her bosom would become more protruding, she knew she was getting the attention and she seemed to love it.

One evening, I had to host the dinner for the lawyers and their wives. We were having it at father’s place. So  I spent the whole day there. When all was set, I returned home to dress up. Patrick was early too. We were dressed in black. Patrick looked heavenly in his black suit. His green tie was just the color of his eyes and he looked as tempting as ever. When he came from behind to zip my gown, he pulled it slowly, watching me writhe under his touch. Even after years, his touch could cause fireworks inside my body.

When he was done with zipping it. He touched my neck. It sent shivers down my spine. When his lips touched the base of my neck, I was as ready as ever. But we were the host and had to be there first, even before the guests. His nose and lips were brushing my neck.
Cmon Patrick, let us leave. I said.
He only hummed, Mmmmmm.
Patrick, I need to do my make up. I murmured and moved away.
He stood by the mirror as I applied my foundation crème and powder. This was his usual practice, if he was ready first. He would stand and see me get ready. And so, I always got ready at home, and didn’t prefer parlors. I loved having his attention to myself.

You don’t need it my love, he said, looking at me.
Is it? And why not? I asked, brushing my cheeks with a soft tone of peach. They gave a peachy look to my cheeks.
I don’t want you to look beautiful to the other men! I want you for myself Anna, he said, with a husky voice.
I looked at him, his eyes as always filled with love. I am all yours Patrick. And I am all yours for ever. I need to do this so that you don’t look at other women! I said teasing him.
You think I would? He asked.
Men, you know! I remarked. I applied my maroon lipstick and pursed my lips.
As I stood up, and put on my peep toed sandals, he suddenly came and placed his chin on my shoulder. Anna, never would I do that to you. You mean the world to me. He said with an intensity so deep in his eyes. Our funny talk was suddenly serious. I felt guilty, for making him feel that way.
I know honey. I trust you. I know you won’t break it or my heart. I love you my King, I said with a huge grin.

We were there just in time and the party was going as expected. Till, she arrived. It was my biggest mistake. I invited Alice to our party. She came in a bright pink body hugging, front slit gown. She had minimal jewelry on. She needed nothing. Even her clothes were blessed to be on her body. All the attention of the men turned to her. She walked around as gracefully as a proud swan. She oozed of confidence and feminity.

I was surprised when I saw her beside Patrick, with a drink in one of her hands and the other was on his arm. I quietly walked and linked my arm, I kissed him on his cheek. Alice was taken aback and her arm moved away. I could feel that. I knew I had to introduce them. I gave them a brief introduction. I found her eyes look at Patrick with a hint of desire. It angered me, but then I realized it was a usual thing. And my feelings were nothing but a typical wife’s jealousy.

Patrick was called by father. She watched him walk away. Alice came close and smiled. What a hunk! You are one lucky girl, Anna, she said.
I know and we love each other so much, I replied with heart filled with love for him.

The whole evening, she kept trying to get closer to Patrick. As we were the hosts, Patrick and I were moving together sometimes and sometimes were separated. Slowly the guests started creeping away. Alice informed me that she would ride back with me as her car was again at the workshop for some repair.  Finally when all had left, I was extremely exhausted. I had a little work left, Patrick was getting impatient.

I asked him to leave if he was in a hurry. Alice offered to accompany him. He refused. I smiled.
He wasn’t willing to leave me and go. I knew he had to prepare some papers for his new case so I pushed him to go on and told him that I would return in father’s car. Alice said she too had to return sas it was getting too late and she had an appointment with her lawyer in the morning. And I made Patrick take her along.

When I returned home, Patrick was sitting in his chair by the table, his coat on the sofa. His tie was loosened around his neck. His head bowed down on the table and his hair all ruffled up. I caressed them. My touch woke him up. And then there was no delay in getting undressed or falling asleep.

Morning came, Patrick was getting ready, breakfast was ready. Suddenly, he said something which surprised me.
Anna, I usually don’t mind your outings and friendships, but I think you should stay away from this friend of yours.
I couldn’t place it, whom was he referring to.

This woman seems a bad influence Anna. I mean that woman who was sent home by you last night with me.
Oh, he meant Alice.
She is going through a tough period Patrick. She isn’t so bad. It’s like she enjoys all the attention she gets. I sided with her.
He looked at me, and smiled. My queen and her big heart! He kissed me and left.

In the afternoon, Alice came home. She wanted to join me for coffee at home. She seemed too pleasant. Something worked out with your divorce? I asked.
Oh no! I just decided to change my lawyer. She replied. Would your husband be willing to take up my case? She asked.
I was surprised, she was trying to vie for his attention now. Well, Patrick is a corporate lawyer. He won’t be able to take it up. I am so sorry. That last sentence was a lie. I was glad about that.
Her eyes were fixed on the photograph of ours on the wall. It was of our wedding day. She looked at it amusingly.

He is one damn good kisser. Her remark hit me hard.
What do you mean? I asked her.
She gave a sultry smile, and said, Oh his lips show that. What do you think? We didn’t have a kiss last night! Is that what you thought? She suddenly started giggling.
I was angered by her behavior and her indecency to show her interest in my husband.

After she left, I went back into the bedroom. Patrick’s coat still lay on the sofa. I picked it up. At the corner of the lapel of the coat, I saw those red marks.
The red marks of her lipstick. The ground slipped from within my feet. Was she telling the truth? Did they kiss last night? Is that why Patrick insisted that I stay away from her? Was she breaking into my life and my home?

My life took a twist, or should I say it underwent a storm. The thing which was the most important to me was slipping out of my hands. Each time I thought about it, I was left with a question, what had I done wrong. I could not find any answer. Only he could tell me, only he could answer.

(Now this is becoming a longer than expected story! :roll:! Hope to end tomorrow )

S.F.R.

Stay By My Side! ( 2 )

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While we lay, in each others arms, hugging and kissing till we could. Patrick surprised me when he declined to go ahead. He was not going to get swayed by the desires flaring within us, he wasn’t going to succumb to the needs of the body.

He sat straight up and pulled me along. He covered me from the back. His hard chest, engulfing my body from behind. His arms tightly enclosing me. His mouth near my ear, as though he wanted me to hear everything closely and carefully. I wanted to see his face, but he turned my face and kissed me again.

He knew what he wanted. He said it loud and clear. There was no hiding when he told me these words, I belong to a very simple and poor family, Anna. We have tried to keep our morals and values too simple. What we wouldn’t want to happen with a daughter of our family, we boys were taught not to do to any one else’s daughter. It all started due to an incident.

His voice shook when he told me about it.
My sister committed suicide when she was rejected by the man she loved. We were shocked as we were completely unaware. I vowed that I would never touch a woman, whom I wasn’t going to marry. I don’t want to get into a physical relationship until I marry you.

I was sad to hear about his sister, but his vow had a strange effect on me. This man, didn’t observe me just as a woman, an object of lust or desire, but as a human. My love for him grew manifolds. The desire that had roused in me was disappointed but my heart was filled with respect and love for this green eyed man!

He continued, I am working hard to become a successful lawyer. I want to do it on my own. When I met you, I liked you. Your silliness and carefree attitude, your dependency on me, made me feel that I was capable. You made me feel like a man, one who can be trusted and leaned on.
Slowly I began to fall in love with you. I love the way you smile, the way you look at me, the way you pull me along with you. I feel so complete with you. Whenever you touch my hand, my nerves start dancing. I want to touch you, to feel you, to love you and be loved by you. I want your heart and body. I want to make you mine, Anna.

My heart was waltzing within my body. Each pore of my skin was feeling cold and hot at the same time. My ears were echoing each word he had said. I looked at him dazed.

Yes Anna. I want to make you mine. For, I love you. I love you like no one has ever loved you. I want you to know that I would never cheat on you. I love you, with every drop of my blood. Each beat of my heart calls out for you. Each wish of mine is about you. My dream, my life, my joys, my happiness lies in these soft little arms of yours. I want to have you Anna. I want to caress your body, I want to hold you close, so close that not even air can pass through. I want to kiss you so much that you would go breathless. I want to make you mine and become yours forever.

He raised my chin and turned my face towards him. His lips again fell on mine. This time they were as soft and tender as petals of rose brushing my lips. His lips moved away. And then his lips moved to say, I love you!

My arms were around his neck, now I was the one who couldn’t delay the answer. I looked into those green eyes and told him that I loved him.

We had not known but it was love that had struck us. Now we were really a couple. Marriage was for our body union, our hearts had made love that night, when we professed our love. Such a sacred union it had been.

Patrick insisted on not talking about marriage till we had finished our Law studies. He was allowed by father to come home, sometimes he even stayed back overnight in the guest house. Father had realized what effect he had on me, as my grades started improving too. He was a tutor for me. My lover, my tutor. And father had started trusting him.

Once the exams were done, Patrick was appointed by father as an intern in his law firm. Father was already impressed by Patrick’s talent and trustworthiness. And when he asked for my hand, father was more than happy to see him as his son in law. We were supposed to get married in a simple manner. Patrick didn’t have his family around. They had decided to stay away, as they felt their coming would humiliate him. We decided to visit them as soon as things got settled after our marriage. 

On that beautiful day, I was dressed up in the white elegant white gown that belonged to mother. Mother had died twenty three years ago, the day I was born. She had developed complications and was unable to come out alive from the labor room. Father was left with me, alone. But he never showed any distress or sadness. He was always there as father and mother for me. He always said, mother had given me to him and that was enough to keep him alive. I was his reason of joy but I had also caused father the loss of his beautiful wife. He had kept each of her things with him. He wanted to give them to me, one by one.

That day as he walked towards the aisle with me, he was proud as ever of me. There was a grin on his face, a broad smile, but a tear at the corner of his eyes. He had only me, and now I was going. We had taken a small apartment near father’s house, so that I would always be around for him. I had discussed it with Patrick and he had agreed.

Patrick was a sight to behold. Wearing a navy blue suit, his skin as bright and gleaming as the sun rays, he stood there waiting for me. His lips curved and then he smiled. He rounded his lips and without a sound said, WOW BEAUTIFUL! I LOVE YOU!
I smiled back and nodded my head. We exchanged the rings, declared our vows and were pronounced Man and Wife. We were asked to kiss, and I looked at him.

Patrick would express his love by words but not kiss in public. He was shy to do that. He looked at me, raised my white netted veil, and very softly and tenderly kissed my forehead. He did that whenever he wanted to show me that I meant the world to him. Slowly, he bent towards my side. His lips brushed my naked shoulders and then he murmured, Ready Mrs Patrick Starr? I want to take you away now.

I looked at him and raised my eyebrow. I pretended to straighten his tie, and pulled him closer to my lips. I murmured now, You got to wait Mister. This bride is going to make it happen real slow!

He was amused, it was clear on his face. After the luncheon and departure of the guests at father’s place, Patrick and I left for our home. He held my hand so lovingly that I could walk miles and miles wherever he would take me. The house was decorated by me. All the things were of my choice. Patrick was always busy with father, I was happy to do it for my home.

The moment we entered the house, he let go of my hand. He turned around and locked the door. I was stepping out of my shoes, my white wedding heeled shoes. He came from behind and held me at my waist and hushed in my ear, Don’t remove a thing. Let me do everything for you, My Queen. Could you go slower than this, my bride?
He bent down and pulled out my shoes. He got up and started pulling out each pin from my hair. My hairdo slowly started spilling out the hair that were tied up strong and tight. He counted them, they were 24. More than 24 seconds wasted in this. You will pay for it! He said with desire overtaking his voice.
He went behind me and unzipped the gown, and let it fall, and then all emotions let loose. We were finally one. And our love was like a fulfilled dream. Every day that passed we fell more and more in love.

(More to come later…. 🙄 )

S.F.R.

Stay By My Side!

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My life took a twist, or should I say it underwent a storm. Everything which was important to me was slipping out of my hands. Each time I thought about it, I was left with a question, what had I done wrong. I could not find any answer. Only he could tell me, only he could answer.

Patrick and I had been married, six years back. We had studied in the same law college, and love seemed to have shadowed both of us. He was a wonderful guy. He was hardworking and determined about his goals. He had aimed to become a lawyer, a corporate lawyer. I was in it because of my father.

My father, being a lawyer himself, pressed me to join a law college so I could join him in his Law firm. I wasn’t interested but I did it just to appease him. I was his only child and he had some dreams and expectations from me.

Meeting Patrick was a blessing. We were introduced to one another by a mutual friend. And after that, he was my savior. He helped me complete my notes and understand terms and acts which seemed like Mission Impossible to me. Slowly, we started spending time together. He was tall, with a tanned skin, green eyes which seemed like meadows sparkling.

Having a lawyer father, made an impression on Patrick and I realized how much in awe he was with the profession, when I saw him look up at father like a fan meeting his idol. He was mesmerized by father. He observed father so keenly,that I got jealous. Father always enjoyed the spotlight. After that, Patrick was always with me. He would always talk and ask about father till one day when I lost control. His craze for father was driving me crazy.

I never realized when I had fallen in love with him. I loved looking into those eyes and getting submerged in them. They pulled me as though a shrine pulls its devotee. They cast a spell on me, but was Patrick even aware of what he was doing to me! And finally I did what I wanted to do.

It was New Years eve, and we both went to a party. We were seen together as a couple and we didn’t have any reason to deny that. Except that we still had no idea about each other’s feelings.

I had a drink. Then had another. As Patrick had picked me up and was going to drive me home, I wasn’t bothered about driving. I was sitting opposite Patrick and we both were watching the dancing crowd. I felt his gaze on me, but when I looked at him, he moved his eyes away. Why wouldn’t he initiate?

I started to get up. “Where are you going, Anna?” He asked.
“I am feeling quite hot here. Mind joining me out, Patrick? Maybe some cool air will help me out!” I replied.
He looked at me with those green magical eyes, I thought he was going to say no, but then he rose.
“Yes, let’s go out then,” he said. I smiled. He smiled too. Man, what a smile he had.

We stood near the car. The party was at a friend’s ranch. We moved towards the fences, beyond it lay empty, grassy land. We stood seeing the stars glittering in the sky. The cool breeze touched my face, and soothed it down. It blew my brown soft hair on to my face. How peaceful it felt. I closed my eyes.

I didn’t realize when Patrick had moved closer. When I opened my eyes, his face was just in front of me. He raised his well sculpted arms, his finger picked up strands of hair, that were on my face now. He pushed them away. His fingers now moved over my cheeks and he cupped my face.

How my lips quivered! Was it cold or was it him! How much I wanted his lips to touch mine! And then it happened. His soft lips, were on mine. They sent sparks to my nerve ends, making my eyes close, they ignited the want for him. We kissed softly and then the passion grew. We kissed again and again. Starting softly again and getting breathless every time.

I knew I wanted to become his in that instant. I knew I wanted to be his and have him for myself. I wanted to unite with him, in body and spirit. I knew, the world for me was in those strong arms. I wanted to touch his face, hold his hands, caress his skin, ruffle his hair, kiss his face and neck. I knew I wanted him, and I wanted to become his! For ever and ever.

( To be continued…. )

S.F.R.