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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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"Let me set the scene, she is a lovely kind, loving girl. She is not sure of her life and times go by that she really thinks about things, you know she sits there and fantasises about the stuff you and I find mundane, but this is no ordinary girl, she is far from mundane. She lives in a land far off from here, where you and I call home. Ana dreams of love and living her life with excitement. As she sits on her bed, staring out her window, she see's the baron landscape. The cold mountains with all their valour standing like some regimented squadron of soldiers ready for war. She sighs and stares at the bleakness and wonders will she ever escape this life. Her chest heaves with the heaviness of living a solitary life never knowing, feeling that caress, that loving, that touch, that tender touch. The hand that binds all our thoughts into love, sensuality, caressing. Ana has been living her life for the past 20yrs, never complaining, yet yearning for that thing, the impossible that taste of sweetness. She gets up and stares out the window and see's him walk by, so many times she has seen him yet he has never acknowledged her, she has yearned for him, why can't he see... His look, 6 foot 1 dark rugged look slender tone like some clock that has stood the test of time, yet yields its fruit for all to see and taste. The chiselled look, Ana has seen it many times yet never had the courage to say, except to herself of course, but that is ok cause nobody is as brave as yourself. The baron landscape stares back at her through the window and she can't see the mocking, laughing voice that is calling to her. She imagines the time when she was 10, her father playing catch, playing with the rackets, the beach, but it was not to be. He died aged 42yrs, so so young. Ana never got her Father he seemed to be there then gone. The times he worked she waited for him to come home, the days she spent wondering why her father didn't come to her concerts when she was at school, but guess the love was too great to bear even for a man who clearly loved his family.
Tell me if you would like to know more."
How he worked, he toiled endlessly to put the food on the table for all his faults, that his wife would often point out to him, he was loved. She would curse him, the words she used so much venom but he would just stand and allow it to wash over him, not letting the legion of insults to change how he felt about her. He would smile at me and wink as he walked by. I knew that he would never leave, ever, but that day he never came home, Mum said that it was the day her heart died, oh she carried on the hours would pass and the day would go by but I could see that glint she had was gone. They said it was too advanced to treat, he was gone, never would he wink at her.
The thought of how her life had changed even to her seemed to compound the summer haze she often found herself in. She knew that she wanted him, but how can she make him see, when he doesn't see her as he walks by. God how he made her feel so alive. She would imagine his caress over her body, touching her lightly, letting his fingers dance across her, setting her senses on fire, allowing the flames to engulf her. She would feel the dampness from within, stirring inside as he probed her, her senses were screaming out to allow him access to her, his fingers penetrating her sliding into her abyss. She would tremble at his touch, not allowing herself to let go, but how can she hold back, as he probes her deeper with his tongue. Her body is on fire, alive with the flame as it makes it's way around her senses. The feelings inside begin to swell like a torrent of water passing under a bridge, that endless stream.
Let me know if you want more. xx  |
