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“Ohhhh, grumpy” I heard as a hand reached under my gown, running fingers across my skin.
You smell so wonderful” she whispered, “that has been one of the most difficult things I’ve had to deal with over all these months” she added “smelling your skin whenever you came near me”
As if, my skin created its own fragrance "Eau de Stupido Idiota"
“I always knew where you were or when you had come in the house”
All for the safety and reliability of locks. There were keys. And Anna had them
Those gentle quiet words as she swept her fingers across made me rise to the passion and sigh away the concerns. Her words were promises to me.
And once again, I forgot all that I had planned, something felt so right about this. Maybe because I never felt this, I thought perhaps I had been missing a key element of love. It couldn't be that this was not what other's had, only few could offer a story
This was the fodder of romance novels and prose so written because people cannot experience this any othe way
I would never have allowed someone to impact my life like this. I would have left anyone anywhere long before this could have started.
I could not blame anyone or thank anyone. This is. This was. It will always be.
She crawled into my bed and the night became a timeless jewel in eternity. I replaced my heartbeat with hers. I had and always will cherish these moments. I think about them today as if it happened just yesterday, yet this was 25 years ago.
She whispered softly in my ear while touching me where men never knew to touch. Running her hand down my arms across my back, down my spine. Caressing my legs kissing my belly. It was intoxicating.
The wind had picked up outside and the moonlight was bathed in a soft mist of clouds. The branches from the huge grandfatherly oak were beating against the gutters and roof, telling me this was to stop. Now
The deeper I fell under her spell the harder the wind blew until I could not discern my gasps with the furious storm coming our way. Then the thunder claps and lightning flashes. It was all too wonderful!
This went on for hours until we fell in a heap tangled together. They ran fell to a light tapping as well slept. The storm darkened the early dawn. It was the morning of May 11, 1986.
A light rustling awoke me.
“Oh my GOD! Debra get up!”
Yes, this is absolutely positively true. If you lived this wouldn't you write about it?
Some of the names of characters in this blog are fictitious. This is an account of actual events. Some of the events have been compiled together for the flow of the story. Even when I read my own work, I wonder how it could be so. But if you study your own life and compartmentalize it into less than 200 pages, you would be surprised how interesting it really is!
TRUTH HAS WITNESSES
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