Memoirs of a Muse

Memoirs of a Muse

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

A short erotic love story of an artist and his muse.. Love surpassing the boundaries of age, and ages, a hidden love where the couple were more than just friends only when they were alone, and once alone, they were man and wife in that very different life. I could say this book is fiction, but you wouldn't believe me; or I could say it was fact, but would you believe it?

Summary

A short erotic love story of an artist and his muse.. Love surpassing the boundaries of age, and ages, a hidden love where the couple were more than just friends only when they were alone, and once alone, they were man and wife in that very different life.

I could say this book is fiction, but you wouldn't believe me; or I could say it was fact, but would you believe it?

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Submitted: July 30, 2012

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Memoirs’ of a Muse

A short erotic love story

By Anon

Italics by The Artist


For The Artist - Thank you

Many or even most of you would say this following story is all about a love affair, lust, just sex even, but to you voyeurs amongst you, let me tell you a secret… This is love, this is passion... It is all there is in the world, and if you have yet to know real passion there is always time…

It began innocently enough, like most things in life, we don’t know what’s ahead of us do we? Maybe an inkling occasionally, a thought that glides through one’s mind, a dream while sleeping that leaves you wondering and awakens something inside of you, maybe dreams by day, thoughts of what a kiss would feel like, a touch… Anyone with half a mind for exploration of another person’s body and mind knows what I mean. The previous couple of months I had always wanted to be near him when we were in a group, next to him if we were at a table, our ‘kisses’ hello and goodbye felt as though our lips were searching each other’s lips… but was that by mistake or by purpose, or actually just in my imagination?

So I had had such dreams and thoughts, I wanted him to touch my hair, is that a strange thing to have had in my mind? I wanted him to touch my hair, to grab it, to pull me to him, to kiss me… Why they started, of what sense of need I had in me, was I lacking something? Was it inevitability…? Curiosity? To be honest, I think it was a sort of recognition, of myself in him… In some part, all of the above, but I think now it was always going to be, before we knew each other, before we were born? Only our fathers knew this would happen! [Don’t ask!] Melodramatic? Yeah sure that’s me!

This day, the day our lives changed for ever, we had had plans that included other friends too; you know how it goes the usual group, off to here there, anywhere… One person couldn’t make it, then another and so on… until there was just us two, well nothing wrong there, we had spent many an hour chatting over coffee in town, gone to places in groups, it was just natural to carry on with our plans, without the rest, their loss, the sun was bright and sunny, the air warm, the world awaited us… and what a world that was going to be, our world, a new world which has been waiting for us to be together.

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Either I have learned a very late lesson in life...Or I have just learned a lesson of late. Life is not just being alive...Life is for loving and being loved. If loving you is an ailment, then I am very ill in love. If loving you is madness...Then I am insane and there is no cure. For I only live when I am with you my love......Until tomorrow then - The Artist

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.........… We are standing opposite each other, no barriers between us, we have no barriers… he bent his head, his lips came to mine in the most natural way, as if we had kissed before, [only in my dreams] and we kiss, a small tender tentative kiss… one I shall remember for the rest of my life, if nothing else it shall be that, my heart jumps, my heart leaps, my heart is lost, in that one kiss, because within a moment we shared another kiss, a full kiss, a long kiss that will keep my heart full for the rest of my life and into the next, when I shall search this soul down once more… What a kisser, of all the men I have kissed, and yes there have been a few, well that’s life, I suppose I wouldn’t have been stood where I was, or kissing who I was if that had not been the life I had had, in the past.

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Now I have you...blended together in a beautiful love...You are the velvet film that has oiled the wheels of my life...I am now wrapped in a warm exotic fleece of your love - The Artist

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