my beloved

my beloved

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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it is a short story about how a woman feels about her lover.

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it is a short story about how a woman feels about her lover.

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Submitted: May 23, 2016

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Submitted: May 23, 2016

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My Beloved

 

 

 

Lying across the bed with my eyes closed. My mind drifts back to what has just occurred between us. My mind and body are still reverberating from what you just took it through. My thoughts are mixed up puzzled pieces that I can’t make heads or tails of it. We had started out with just a simple evening of quiet time and us.

 We began by watching the latest DVD release while cuddling on the sofa. You turned off your pager and cell phone, and then turned on the answering machine to our house phone. I made popcorn in the kitchen and mixed a pitcher of ice tea.

We closed the door to the outside world if only for a few hours. As we prepared to watch the movie, you kissed me on my neck and then you flashed that sexy smile that makes me melt.

“Okay you. Don’t start something you can’t finish,” I said sarcastically.

“Ooh really now,” you said in that sexy voice that gets my juices boiling.

You looked at me in a very uncharacteristic manner. You looked at me like you had never seen me before but you were mesmerized all the same. Pulling me closer into your space you whispered how sexy and sensual I looked.

“Can I have a taste of my candy?” you asked in a childlike fashioned.

“Maybe. Tell mommy if you’ve been a good boy lately.”

He looked at me then he reached for the remote to the television.

“Mommy, can I show you how much of a good boy I’ve been?” he whispered.

I smiled at him because I knew what was coming next. But hell, nothing like this. My beloved started kissing me like nobody’s business. My skin started tingling with electric current from the way he was kissing. I couldn’t help but to let out a slight cry of pleasure. Don’t get me wrong; my beloved has lips that are so soft and sensual that sometimes I can feel them when he’s gone. In the midst of his kisses, his hands were exploring the hills and valleys of my body.

His hands found some of the familiar places that they love to frolic in. I just couldn’t resist the urge to release the twins from their eighteen-hour restraints so that my beloved’s hands could fully play with them. Once his lips made contact with the twins, they perked up even more, sending my body into a tailspin. I am not lying when I said his lips are so soft.

 My beloved looked at me and said, “What would you like this evening?” I looked at him perplexed.

Not too sure what to say, my body responded for me. My body and beloved always had this special connection that I would never fully understand. His touches all over my body were like a soft gentle breeze of midnight during summertime. I wanted to speak but couldn’t find the words. I wanted to make some sound of ecstasy but again nothing.

All I could do was lay there and try not to drown in the overwhelming sensation I was feeling.

Are you still with me?” my beloved asked.Trying not to break the mood, I let out a sigh.

“Yes baby, I am …”

The feeling that I was experiencing had me at a loss for anything comprehensive. Being around my beloved had always made me feel special. Having him love me in his unique way had always been something that I couldn’t have ever dreamed of. The reality of it just never ceases to amaze me.

In the midst of our enjoyment of each other, the doorbell rang. The continual sound broke our mood of ecstasy, my beloved mouthed off.

Whoever, the hell this is, they damn well better be dying!”

All I could do was laugh, because it was just what I was thinking. Fortunately for the person at the door it was the wrong house. As my beloved answered the door, I went upstairs to shower. Standing under the hot steamy water, my thoughts drifted to what I should or shouldn’t wear to bed that night. But then again, it wouldn’t matter because I wouldn’t be clothed for very long. As I began to lather my body, my beloved was suddenly standing behind me. Again his lips and hands were doing their own thing.

“When did you come upstairs?”

“Does it really matter?” I turned to look at him. His eyes were closed almost like he was in a trance. Slowly, I began kissing him. Kissing his nose then on his eyes and finally softly lightly on his lips.

“Why… You know what your kisses do to me,” he commented.

Not paying any attention to his comment I continued slowly and softly kissing my beloved all over his chest, his stomach, and down to his belly button all the while he stood underneath the shower. The steamy hot water mixed with my kisses made my beloved’s body vibrate with wanting more than just my kisses. I was hitting all of his spots.

“You’re just not going to make this easy.”

It was all I heard before my kisses reached the one hot spot that I knew would loosen his grip on the shower rod.

“Okay now … See you are really not playing fair.”

With a devilish smile on my face I said. “Remember what you did to me two nights ago? Payback’s a mutha isn’t she?”

Trying to hold onto the wall my beloved commented on how the night was still young and that what’s good for the goose is also good for the gander.

“Baby, before this gets dangerous and we freeze in this water I think we need to get out and move into the bedroom,” my beloved stated.

“Okay,” I said as I slowly raised my head from his treasure of pleasure.

Leaving the sensually filled shower, we moved into the bedroom to continue with was obviously going to be a night of unbridled passion and pure ecstasy.  We walked into our bedroom and to my surprise, my beloved had filled the room with lit mulberry scented candles, the fireplace was glowing with sexiness.

“Did you do all of this for us?”

“No, I did it for you.”

“Why?”

“Why not?”

“I have never loved you more than I do right now.”

“Well, I just wanted to show you that from this day forward you are the most important person in my life and I owe you so much that I don’t even know where to start. But I do know that it will take the rest of my life to make every day for you the best it can be, ‘cause you deserve the best my dear.”

Just then I realized that my beloved had just put his heart on his sleeve. We gently kissed with all the passion and sensuality that was quickly filling the room. Dancing soon followed. While gazing into each other’s eyes, I saw the depth of my beloved’s soul. I was always told as a child that the eyes are the windows to a person’s soul.

If you wanted to know something deep just look into their eyes and all the answers can be found there.

I knew deep down that he was so in love with me although  he had a tough time expressing his true feelings and always would. Please don’t get it twisted, my beloved loves me like nobody’s business and it’s not just physical with us.

We have something real, something special. My beloved and I have something that only people would dream or talk about with their group of friends at happy hour at the local bar.

My beloved and I took a long journey together and separately to get to this point to where we are now. I have had to break down some walls within him just to get  him to open up to the point of trusting me as a person more than just a woman. Then it took even more to break down the walls for him to trust me as a woman.

Neither one of us has had that many successful relationships, so he wasn’t the only one who had walls up that needed to be broken down. For me, when we first got involved with each other, I seriously had some reservations about him.

Trusting men was an issue for me as well and I thought that everyone wasn’t the same but eventually in the end they were.

“Hey you, where are you?” he asked.

“I am sorry sweetheart. My mind drifted away for a few, but I am right where I want to be.”

“Oh really, and where is that my dear?”

“Right here in your arms, feeling safe, sexy, and loved by the man that makes me…” 

Just then my beloved kissed me in a way that I lost my words. Slowly we laid down on the white fluffy throw rug in front of the fireplace. The glowing of the flames gave our bodies a hint of orange-reddish highlights that reflected the sexual sensuality of the language that our bodies were speaking.

My beloved had been working out at the gym the last few months. His body was showing the signs of a man that’s been trying to get back into shape after allowing himself to enjoy my cooking too much.

“Beloved, you mean the world to mean and I don’t know what I would do without you in it. How did I get to be so lucky?”

“No, sweetheart I’m the lucky one. I didn’t think that someone like you existed in this world and then you showed up. How was that possible?”

“I don’t know. I guess God heard your prayers and He planned it so that we would meet. Nothing in this life happens by accident. There is a plan and purpose in life for everyone and God is the only one who knows what, where, when, and how things are supposed to go,” I commented.

By my comment, my beloved pulled me closer to him. In his arms I always felt safe and secure. He never let me want for anything, that is sexually. Now don’t misunderstand me, my beloved is a great provider for us but when it comes to him sexually there is no other.  Sure I’ve had many lovers but none like him.

Loving him came easy for me, scary but easy. If someone had told us that we would be each other’s best friend, confidant, partners in crime as well as disciplinarian I would have told them that they were crazy. But we are that and then some. Do we have any regrets? None that I could think of. 

As I stated previously, our life together at first wasn’t easy but as a team we worked together.

“How is it that your nipples are always erect for me to suck on them?” my beloved asked.

“Oh don’t act like you don’t know how,” he said with a snicker across his face.

“No seriously, they seem to have a mind of their own.”

“You know what? You forgot who you are talking to. You know what you do to my body and you know damn well the effect you have on them and me.”

“Umm, you don’t say? And what kind of effect is that my dear,” my beloved asked.

“It’s the kind of effect that makes you want to jump up and smack somebody.”

“Now baby we can’t have you going around smacking people.”

We both burst out laughing. I loved to see my beloved laugh. His laughter was so infectious. There were times it seemed like we were trying to do our own Def Comedy Jam routine to make each other laugh.

To hear him laugh, my world lit up brighter than the Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center. Maybe that sounds corny even a little sappy but I tell you that is how I feel. Like the song says, if loving him is wrong then I don’t want to be right.

Yeah, go ahead and laugh out loud but you guys and gals know just what I am talking about. Now you all know how it is when you think that you have met the love of your life. To be the love of someone’s life takes lots of time, lots of patience and lots of tissues. Why tissues?

Because you are going to need those for the times when you want to cry. For the times when you are laughing so hard that you are crying. You all will figure it out for yourselves.

Anyway, back to my beloved and me. We had to figure it out for ourselves. Time and time again we had these heart to heart talks to see where we stood. Sometimes we walked away with a little bit more of each other’s heart and soul.

 “Hello, you are doing it again. Where are you?”

“Oh, sweetie I’m sorry. I was just thinking of our first night together at that quaint ma and pa motel. Remember the one with the slow drain in the bathtub? I was remembering how we were with each other in the stairwell until we got into the room and to our shock the room wasn’t what we had expected. But that didn’t stop our mood.” 

“Yeah I remember,” he said laughing hysterically.

“You should have seen your face, babe. You had this kinda snobbish, turned up nose look especially at the bathroom. The showerhead was half nailed into the wall. The water was going down the drain so slow that it took damn near all day to completely empty out.”

“Yeah, yeah, and the closet looked like it was thrown together. No hangers, no extra blankets or pillows,” I said laughing uncontrollably.

“Hey what about that room service guy that kept looking at you when he brought our food. He was looking at you like you were dessert and when I cut him a look he wanted to get an attitude with me for being with you.”

It took us a few minutes for us to calm down from laughing so hard. Our first night together would forever be the foundation of what real, unconditional love looks and feels like.

He agreed with me. My beloved commented on how that night his permanent nightly vision was taking up his dream world. Notwithstanding our current state of lovemaking it is just that night is something that he would always think of.

Still lying on the floor in front of the fireplace, we laughed and talked. Our Rottweiler Tyson was scratching at the door for us to let him out for his nightly walk.

“Don’t you go anywhere. Stay right there in that same spot,” my beloved commented before he got up. Like I was going anywhere I thought to myself.

“Yes sir, I won’t move.”

My sarcasm always made him look at me like I’d lost what little bit of mind I did have. While he was out with Tyson, I reached on the nearby table for the remote to the stereo. I scanned the radio stations for the all- jazz station to add a little more sexiness to the already set mood.

The smooth, hypnotic sound had me so intoxicated that I began massaging my breasts in the manner befitting my beloved. Fingering my nipples like my beloved’s tongue was on them.

Moving my left hand down my stomach towards my love chest, I began to play in my juices that were beginning to brew. Just as I was getting ready to fully explore the well of my juices, my beloved beat me to it. His tongue was licking my fingers while his fingers were doing the exploring of my well.

“Ah…hum…ahhh, how, how long have you been there?”

“Long enough to see you going into my playground without my permission,” my beloved stated sternly.

I couldn’t help but laugh at his possessiveness of my love chest. But I loved it all the same, because I knew he had a right to be. My beloved knew I would never let anyone inside the world that clearly had his name on the ownership papers.

“Oh I’m sorry. Should I have asked your permission before entering your private property?” My beloved looked up with a sly grin across his face.

Knowing that my comment hit home, but it was the right one all the same. His tongue was sliding in and out sending erotic signals to my brain. The electrified feeling of sensation was tingling all over my body and I wanted to cry out louder than I have in a long time. Not that I faked my enjoyment of my beloved, but he would have loved to hear me belt out an operatic high soprano note.

I did express my excitement for my beloved in other ways. One day asked me why I didn’t scream like I’ve lost my head the way most women do. I couldn’t give him an answer. The truth is I didn’t know the answer myself.

I guess I have always been told to act like a lady no matter where I am or what I was doing. My expression of sexual pleasure had always been either uncontrollable breathing or clinching the bed sheet.

There were times when I would sink my nails into my beloved’s back right at the moment of a hard orgasm. My beloved always knew when I was at that point, because he felt my body tremble and my nails dig deep into his spine. He would let out a cry of ecstasy himself.

My beloved would whisper in my ear to let it go. Don’t hold it in. And just like that all hell would break loose and we would both let go at the same time. When my beloved came, it’s felt  like you just received an unexpected tax refund check in the mail. The sensation was so endearing because he fought so hard not to lose control before me. You see, he liked to make sure that I was fully pleasured; never mind what he wants.

Wanting him to let go wasn’t an option for me. Not to misunderstand he wasn’t an egomaniac, it was just another level of his love for me. My satisfaction was more important to him than him trying to impress me with how much of a man he was in bed.

“Babe, you look so sexy right now, do you know that?”

“No I don’t. I must look like an absolute mess. My hair is all over my head.”

“That doesn’t matter to me. You are so damn sexy and so damn charming that I can’t wait to come home to you knowing that you’ll be here waiting for me with your warm hugs and luscious kisses,” my beloved commented.

“Haven’t I always told you that flattery will get you everywhere with me?”

“Well it’s how I feel about you my dear.” Staring into each other’s eyes my beloved whispered…

“What have you done to me?” “I haven’t done anything to you my love. The question is what have you done to me?”

As we shared a passionate kiss and proceeded fully into our night of uninhibited lovemaking, the air was filled with undeniable, unrestricted passion.

Now how is it that we both have the same unspoken effect on each other? I guess that will be a question that will forever go unanswered.


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