Whispers in the night

I turn my head, I hear the strange sound in my ear. It is sort of like music, but yet, so far from music. I sigh, and take my cereal bowl to the sink, I wash and rinse it, place in on the sideboard to dry on a towel.

I turned off the kitchen light, leaving the one over the sink on. I went through all the rooms, leaving a lamp on here and there. Not quite comfortable in pure darkness on that night.

I began my journey up the stairs and I heard it, and smelled the almonds once more. I got to the top of the staircase, suddenly sick to death of the game playing. "Who are you, and what in the Hell do you want with me?" I screamed, my fury whipping around me like a tempest. My hands were clenched into fists, and my breath was coming in short gasps. Iknew that what ever it was, it was something that I was familiar with in the dark depths of my soul. And that scared me more than any monster or ghoul ever imagined by young children in the night.
 
Again, that tugging at my soul. My soul begging for more. I wipe the tears that escape my eyes. Just a few, as I had become immune to tears after my last husband Gary. God was he a ass. He was one of those passive resistant types who are always angry, but will deny that they are. He put me through ten kinds of hell. he was a liar and a cheat, and he made me cynical. I trusted no one. Least of all myself since it was the jerk magnet that was included in my genetic structure that drew all of the losers in the World in my direction.

I shook that thought off and drug my body to bed. I was suddenly exhausted. I smelled the warm scnet of almond,and the smell of candles. I smiled as I drifted off to slumber.
 
The New and Dangerouse Angel

I sipped the wine and it was sweet and intoxicating. Or maybe it wasn't the wine at all. It was this man, Frank, who could have been any man. I was relishing in the feeling of...What was this feeling exactly. I couldn't really put my finger on it. Yes, it was intrigue; wonderment in the way I could let loose tonight. But it was also danger and the thrill of total anonymity. No one knew me here. No one to tell me to be the "good little girl." The Angel.

The suddenly he was holding me and we glided over the dance floor. His arms surrounding my delicate body and he was humming lightly in my ear. I press my body tightly to his chest, as close as I could get. I wanted to feel the ruggedness of him. To take me, not so gently, but swiftly and abruptly. I longed to be feel the wild abandonment. A feeling I have had for so long now but have never been able to experience. Until now.

I felt myself almost pulling him off the dance floor. I had to have this man. To be one with this man. We gulped the remaining drinks and headed out the door. The next thing I knew we were in his car, behind the inne and he was kissing me hard. And it felt so good. I didn't want him to stop.
 
Frankand Angel

Soon my hand was under her dress at the bottom. I fondled up her left leg, to cup her asscheek, and discovered there were no panties in the way. She giggled at me, rolled on her back asnd spread them for me. My finger was inside her feeling her warmth. She thrust against my hand as I played with her, and I must have hit that famous G spot for she suddenly started really getting into a thrashing mode, as my finger worked down there and my tongue in her mouth. She whimpered how good that had been, and relaxed a minute as I felt all her juices really flowing. She then whispered "let's get out of the car"

We did, and right there where we were parked, she doffed her dress, tossed it on the front seat, and led me over behind some bushes. She pulled me right down on top of her and we resumed necking, me still dressed but her naked except for her sandals.

[Edited by catlover on 05-18-2001 at 05:33 PM]
 
I would like to take this time to apologize to the readers who were enjoying this thread. I am removing my character Chez from the thread.

I have told Catlover, that I was going to do this. I would have deleted it, but it seems I have no authority over my own post. So, I will no longer be taking part in this post, I wish I could delete it since it is my creation.

I will write new threads, and continue to write short stories since that is my passion(can you tell?)

Thanks again, and I am sorry I am compelled to do this.

Danse
 
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