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Part I: The old flame
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Part I: The old flame She did not see him but she sensed something. She was in the grocery looking for some missing ingredient when he touched the back of her waist. At first she was startled but she instinctively knew. Maybe it a sixth sense but she had been thinking of him lately, of times shared and long gone. That secret buried so deep she wondered if all she did was make it up. Perhaps a figment of her imagination. She took a deep breath, she could feel his heat. That touch, that caress, that always made her shudder in pleasure. She turned around and smiled. Here she was dressed like someone who hadn't a care in the world with a high ponytail and there he was in his business attire. How he recognized her was beyond her understanding. Maybe it was the scent - after all she had a thing for smelling like something found at a bakery. He was so close to her. Almost an invasion of her personal space but not quite. He smiled back. Words weren't quite necessary - because it was the look that said it all. It was a look that says I know you and I know you well. It was a look that said I know every inch of you. It was a look that passes between two lovers that have shared something few experienced but everyone wishes for. The time passed by with small talk about lives and sorrows. It was never about regrets. It was just a conversation between two normal people and no one in the store would ever guess they were anything but friends. Inside, she hungered for him. She wanted it back and she wanted so much more. He looked at her as if he were starved but it seemed like time had placed an invisible barrier in his way. How to reach it and breakthrough? Could he survive the storm again because their relationship had been almost volcanic? So they ended the conversation and he was quick to say how he missed her and she was quick to say how she missed him. She walked away feeling almost empty and wrung out. She was wondering why that could be - it had been such a long long time ago. So she left the grocery store and decided on a whim to visit the one spot they used to meet at. She pulled up into the parking lot and just sat there staring at the picnic tables where they would talk for hours. She remembered those times they shared and was so lost in thought she failed to notice a car that pulled up alongside hers. She looked over and realized he had shown up as well. She was at a loss for words. How did he know? Almost like an invisible connection existed between them, like they shared a common thought process. She stepped out of her car and he stepped out of his and they both laughed. It was a shared laugh and one that seemed to break that barrier between them and create a sense of one. She walked over to him and leaned in and told him how much she had missed him. She leaned in and placed her lips over his - ever so gently. A whisper of a kiss just a brush of skin and both playful and shy at the same time. He leaned in and pressed closer invading all her personal space. That heat that was always present between them flared to life and that gentle kiss became more demanding. He pressed his lips firmer to hers and placed his hands on her hips moving her body to press against his hard planes. He parted his lips and let his tongue savor her exquisite flavor till his tongue was mating with hers and the world faded from existence. Her pulse was speeding and she could feel his urgent to consume her. Oh yes, this is what she remembered - how could she have forgotten. Her breasts felt tight with and she wanted to rub herself against him skin to skin. She had to think - they were in a parking lot for crying out loud. But she was sinking so fast - she just wanted to melt against him and her tongue wanted to explore every sinful inch of skin on his body. He devoured her lips again and again and ran his ravenous kisses down her neck. She came up for a breath of air and said - we to move away from here. He looked at her and she looked at him - they knew each other too well. |
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