Tuesday, August 17, 2004

the phantom

Part 2





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If anything, her phantom became real. In a different form, and much better inside too! Because there was the possible happening of love.



Love - in any case, something special indeed. What till it appears. And now -



It wasn't all about the physical coupling, nor the loneliness void that was being filled, no longer about that.



She was close to being set free.

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Monday, August 2, 2004

story of those 2 : her and the phantom



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It felt so good to be held. Sturdy shoulders of a man, shirt ruffled from the day and smelling of him. Mildly warm and beautiful to touch. Orange warm living room lighting too. And the space was too small to contain us both, but he tried strongly, and it proved valiant and took my breath away.



What would it feel like to be a man touching me the same way he did. In reality, would it have been smooth and creamy to the touch, smelling of a girl, warm too? Dressed in a skirt and beautiful blouse, would it have been pleasant for me if I were him. It must have been somewhat, enough to propel the hoist that followed after.



Hoist indeed. Can it be, that I am so light. I thought not, but he said, and proved, otherwise. I never was ever carried effortlessly like so, it was so amazing, I think I met a man with bodily strength of worth. By then, the space was really too small and we had to adjourn somewhere else. He lifted me so, legs around him and on his torso and hoisted me to a larger space in my room.



I thought it would never happen.



Count it credit to him, he removed the clothing barrier with amazing level of skill, it took my breath away to be handled with such efficacy. I wish I wasn't stressed, with so much hanging on my mind, because everything was beautiful, crafted by heavenly magic, and no one can ever replace this moment in succinct timing and grace; I know it.



He had the smoothest male skin I had ever felt bare this way, and he smelt wonderful even though spent by a day. I felt a spectator at the same time more, I felt him to be so good.



I'd love to do it again with my phantom, it could have been better. I want to envelope him again more than I could tonight, because he deserves more than this, more of me taking over him; he was so much more than my hands, my mouth, my legs could overwhelm. I wish I could.



But I'd better go. It ain't right for me to be here.

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