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It's been two years since I've seen and talked her. Since the fall of our three year relationship. Sometimes I like to think I'm over this incredible woman. But realistically...I know that I'm not. I like to convince myself from time to time that I don't want to kiss her, hold her, make love to her... But truth is...I want her. I want all of her. Just for me and no one else. I know that I should be way over her by now, and the fact that I constantly think about her is perhaps on some level pathetic. This feeling ya kno...is something so intangible, that even trying to talk about it becomes an intense struggle About a week ago she texted me. Nothing extravagent, but surprising, we haven't talked in two years, but sadly though it wasn't anything along the lines of "cadence I want you so bad, I miss you and I love you. Come make love to me" it was simply "hey, how's it going stranger" and let me just note, she's a very sarcastic girl, not to forget a smart ass. We slowly but surely began to converse more and more as the week progressed. I never in a thousand years did believe we would be talking again. Our break up was so tragic and heart breaking that I thought talking again would be too much. But no, we banter now like we use to.* I'm trying so hard not to show the excitement about the healing of something that could be amazing.* So I kept cool. Tried not using any exclamation marks. I don't want her to know how I feel. I want her to know that I've been doing well. And that I'm very much over her.* I laid in bed this morning, woken by my lovely alarm. Oh how I love the sound of blaring ringing noises that make my ears bleed. I just laid there eyes open, annoyed at my interrupted slumber, I held a lost gaze locked onto the ceiling. When she texted me, and I jumped to my phone.* Was I excited to hear from her? Absolutely not. I have no idea where you got that idea Her text read "hey, I have nothing planned tonight. You want to go to the new lounge that just opened up in the city?" I wasn't sure if she was asking me out...? Or missed me? Or is bored is her life Either way. I responded cooly "sure sounds good. I've nothing planned" So here I am...standing in front of the mirror, gazing at the figure looking back at me. I stood with my back to the mirror, with my head turned and gazed at the dress I had. Black, racer strap, tight...short. I wanted her to feel like she messed up. I want her to know what she's missing out on. I tilted my head as I continued the gazes, happy with the fit. I walked to my closet and looked at the assorted heels. I needed 6 inch for sure. Tall is sexy. So I stepped forward and slipped into a pair of black heels, and all of a sudden I finished bahis siteleri (http://www.champavo.com/) getting ready in less then two hours. Quite an accomplishment. Hair, make up, dress, shoes all done in two hours. This calls for a celebration. My phone vibrated on my dresser as I put on my earings. I gazed down on my phone at the text preview "I'm here" If you're here why don't you come to there door then? I rolled my eyes at her lazyness and chuckled to myself. The door bell rings.* God it's her. I looked in the mirror a last time. Tossled my hair, applied my lip gloss, grabbed my purse and headed towards the door.* The energy the room holds is intense. My stomach is so light, chest tight...like someone physically grabbed a rope and tied this knot on my heart. My breath became shakey as I neared for the door. I stepped to the door. Closed my eyes as my fingertips embraced the metal knob. I opened my eyes "okay" I whispered softy and opened the door. I was going to say something to her...but my words got lost in the process. She's breath taking, more than ever. "I..I.." I failed to form words, I must've looked like an idiot. She looked up at me through her eye lashes, a smirk painted across her lips. I cleared my throat "hi to you too cade"* "Erm yea. Hey. Its nice to see you. Please, come in." I stepped back to let her in. She stepped in with her hands burried in her pocket. I closed the door behind her. She shivered "its soo colddd out there" I smiled spathatically at her "I can tell" she smiled back at me and stepped towards me and wrapped her arms around my neck "c'mere cade. I miss you" she embraced me tightly, and I nearly fell into her. Her embraces still have a powerful affect* I wrapped my arms around her "I know Jean, I miss you too. It's been so long" for a moment, we embraced each other in silence. I inhaled deeply and pulled away, and rested my hand on her arm, and just took in her beauty. She wore a soft white v neck, under a leather jacket, black jeans, and boots. Incredibly sexy. like she always was. When she was mine, I knew even aphrodite was jealous that I had such a beautiful woman to call my own I stared into her eyes. Those very eyes that can pirce my soul, stop a train, and end a war. I refocused my self as she spoke "you want to drive or...I can. It doesn't matter"* "Erm...yeah. I can drive...or wait...let's take a taxi. I mean...I assume you want to drink" "Yeah, that makes sense. And its not too far from here anyway" I called the taxi, and gave the service my address We causually chatted briefly, then headed out when I got the call that the taxi was here.* My apartment was on the 15th floor of a condomeanium high rise. We exited my place and headed to the canlı bahis siteleri (http://www.champavo.com/) elevator.* I worked hard for my condo. It was exspensive, yes. But I work hard in my career, and to get to the point where I am at finacially successful has been a rigorous journey. 8 years of college to get the damn degree, to get this college professor job.* I snapped out of my thoughts when the elevator binged me back to reality. Awaiting outside was a yellow cab. It stood out from the night.* Jean stepped ahead of me to open the car door, she smiled that sexy smirk of hers. Flashing her sharp canine at me. "My lady..." Such a gentlewoman.* Chivalry is not dead. We sat in the car, there was silence except for the bollywood music playing the backround. The drive was only 10 minutes.* The lotus was a new lounge that jus opened up. A month after its opening, its already at 5 stars, and raving reviews. Nesled right at top of the Four Season Hotel in San Fran, looking out the water.* We headed to the top floor where it was located.* "Give me a second" I told her, and left her waiting at the entrance. I walk further in the softly dimmed room. Cantoma was playing, giving this relaxed vibe. I went and talk to the GM. I wanted a VIP room for her and I. I wanted to be alone with her. I walked backed to her, and followed behind me was the manager* "Right this way ladies" he guided us through the whole lounge, down a hall and into this secluded room. Bursting with warm colours, and the light dimmed, and candles in red votives decorated this room The seating was interesting but functional because there were booths lined against the wall stretching across the room, with a coffee table in front, and another booth facing the one against the wall, then there these beds the hung down from the ceiling, with draped curtain going around each of them. I paid the manager and ordered a us to have a bottle of vodka to the room, as well as other assorted alchohlic beverages We both walked in, and Jean sat on one of the booth against the wall, and I followed, sitting in front of her I leaned back in my booth, and looked around* "This is really nice. Very relaxing type lounge" I said "I didn't expect us to be in VIP though" she looked at me questionally "What do you know, me either" I spoke sarcastically "Cade...?" "Yess...?" There was a silence as Jean stared so intensely. My heart began to skip beats "I want this to be nice so I paid a lil extra-" I was cut off thank god by a couple of servers coming in with our drinks. Two vodka bottles, chilling in an ice bucket. A whiskey bottle, a littler of coke And two apple martnies for us to sip while we conversed. The waiters walked out* "Wow I don't canlı bahis (http://www.champavo.com/) think this is enough haha hopefully we'll have fun tonight" she said sarcastically "Oh we will" I winked at her, and I mentally scolded myself for flirting She smirked "You look slim Cade. I heard you're on a cycling team now" I grinned gently "Aw thank you, and yes I am" "Yea I couldn't help but notice your figure, especially since you're wearing such a tight dress" We both laughed. We contiued a very sarcastic banter until our drinks began to settle. She was on her 6th shot of vodka, a very generous shot might I add . Second tumbler of whiskey, and I the same. We we're now definitely drunk.* "You...uhm..you know what I.." She paused and focused "yeah you know what I notice" I felt the drinks sink in and warm my interior.* "Ha what's that?" "You're eyes are bright and erm yeah also you've been so shy tonight I jus..." She closed her eyes. I can tell forming sentences for her was a challenge "I can jus tell that you know I want you to sit next to me instead of ya know like that" I smirked "you're so observant, and you're so beautiful" I got up and sat close to her.* She turned and looked at me "What's...what's beautiful about me Cade" she inched closer to me, her lips just centimeters to mine. Her lips tempted me, like the sirens. "Well for one..." I grabbed one of her hands and tangled her fingers with mine "you're uhm" talking became more and more of a challenge "you have beautiful hands" I pulled her hands closer to my lips "and you have a birth mark...right here on your thumb" when I get drunk I do things I wouldn't do when sober, butI'm very much aware I'm doing such crazy antics. The thing is I just can't stop myself. And well that's what's going on. I ran my hand up her arm, while my other was still entangled with hers. I took her thumb in my mouth, gently bit and sucked for a second. I saw her biting her bottom lip "...god..." I heard her whisper. I knew how much these little sensual acts threw her over the edge "What..else...?" She dare ask. "Well..." I trailed off, and leaned forward, and nuzzled myself in her neck, and had my lips meet where her ear ended "your neck is soft...and slender" I dragged my tongue along her pulse point, along her warm soft skin.* There's a spot on her neck where I know she has always loved. Just below the corner of her jaw, in the middle. I worked my lips against her, licking the spot. Sucking ocassionally.* I heard her breathing become shakey and sharp* "I've..." I sucked harder "...always loved your neck..." I pressed my tongue hard onto her skin I felt her hands drive up my back, dragging her nails into me. She felt so damn good, and I wanted her so damn bad.* I pulled away and straddled her lap. She rested her hands on my sides and looked up at me. Our gazes were locked onto each other. "I want you Jean" her eyes studied my face. I wanted to kiss her lips but I didn't know how too.