Another plain, quiet story
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Subject: Another plain, quiet love story. Not necessarily sexual.
Date: Mon Jul 17 23:07:13 1995
Greetings, Friends. This is my third posting on this group, and I
thought to answer here some of the questions that have been mailed to me,
in case anyone else was wondering the same things. No, I don't have
anything against 'kinky', or 'creative' sex. I enjoy experimentation
immensely. I write stories of plain and simple lovemaking because it has
always been these quiet experiences that have evoked more emotion in me.
Yes, these stories are written to a particular Lady. I write and post them
here as my tribute to her memory. Though this Lady and I can no longer be
togather in this world, I still do and will continue to love her long into
the future. That is why I dedicate each of my stories not only to her, but
to all of you out there who understand and know what true love is. This is
a love that does not die with the body, but will live on as long as I am
alive to feel it. I am a young man, with many years still ahead of me, and
I expect to be able to someday once again share my love with some special
Lady. She will be special because she will be able to understand and
accept that while I love her, I will continue to love another. Yes, I
believe it is possible, and do not think that my continuing love for the
Lady of my past will adversely affect the love of a Lady in the present.
Instead, the knowledge I have gained will only make me appreciate her all
the more. Hmmm... I imagine that by now you're wondering if this is my
disclaimer or my story. *chuckle*. In a way, it is both. But here is the
story that I wrote for my true Love: Scroll on, Gentle Reader.
Lying in my arms, the world spins unnoticed around us as we gaze into
each other's eyes, relaxing in the glow of our lovemaking. We smile at
each other and kiss softly, not ready to break the silence left in the wake
of our passion. I gently stroke your cheek as your close your eyes and
smile softly. Our bodies remain wrapped around each other, the covers
twisted down around our legs. Deciding that you've enjoyed these quiet
moments fully, you sneak your hand up my side and tickle me mercilessly.
Giggling and thrashing, I recover and pounce you, pinning your arms over
your head and nibbling on your tummy. You kick and gasp until I stop, and
then pull me back into a passionate kiss, slyly pushing the advantage to
tickle me again. Leaping up,I run naked out of the room, with you in hot
pursuit. I vault down the stairs, and suddenly stop, turning quickly to
catch you in mid-bound and swoop you up in my arms, carrying you through
the house to the living room. I get us a couple of Dr.Pepper's out of the
fridge and join you on the couch, 'accidently' leaning one of the cold soda
cans against your bare nipple. You shriek and drop your can gently into my
lap, causing me to jump to my feet with an gasp. Laughing at each other,
we snuggle on the couch and turn on the T.V. After surfing the channels
for a while, we're about to give up and make our own entertainment again
when a commercial catches our eye. It's not anything special, just a
generic advertisement for nothing in particular, but the final image of a
couple walking arm in arm on the beach with the sun setting over the water
catches both of our eyes. Looking outside at the sun just dropping toward
the horizon, I smile at you and we throw on some clothes and head out.
It's one of those warm evenings, and we put the top down on the car as
we drive out to Treasure Island beach. Parking at the Bilmar as usual, we
are soon padding out across the white sand, our shoes forgotten in the car.
As usual, we are soon deep in conversation, talking about those things
that would seem unimportant to anyone else, but somehow special to us.
Still feeling the afterglow of the joining of our bodies, we slip easily
into that joining of our minds, that special connection that we spent such
time enjoying long before we began becoming physically intimate. The sun
slips low below us, unnoticed until it strikes the ocean and burns the
entire sky into a palette of reds and purples. Turning into the sunset, we
hold each other silently as the sun drops into the water and extinguishing
the fires it lit in the sky. Enraptured with the sunset and each other, I
smile at the though of how comfortable I am with you, both in conversation
and silence, silliness and passion. My confession of love breaks the
silence, probably the thousandth time that I have told you, but still as
electrifying as the first. As the sky darkens behind us, our kiss carries
us into shadow.
I love you, darling. Forever and always. Long after a thousand
sunsets, I will still love you.