This short story is an entry in the 2001 Soc.Sexuality.Spanking Summer Short Story Contest and is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments
Category: Adult
This Is Our Moment Now
By
Michele <bookbabe@bigfoot.com>
This is our moment now, a long, sweet shared hour when we touch and love and lie together, spooning, my ass resting in the cradle of your hips. Your mouth against my shoulder. No haste in the ways we touch each other, because we have time.
We have this moment.
My desire is slow to grow; sometimes I feel so tired. But you are patient, content to hold me safe in your arms, stroking me slowly, touching me where-ever your hands and mouth can reach. And in this slow moving time I feel arousal flicker through my skin, bright and sharp.
The scar on my belly doesn't make me feel shy anymore, and I arch into your hand as your fingers slide along the reddened furrow that runs from navel to mons. Your fingers trace the needle marks on my hands, symbols of my bravery and strength, you tell me.
But I yearn for other scars.
I wish you could mark me; I wish I could take more pain. July seems far away, right now, when I am impatient and greedy for the cane and the tawse, for dark blue bruises that blossom on my ass, for bright red cane welts that I can stroke with my fingers, afterwards.
There are times when I feel so fragile, even when you tell me I am strong. The belt stings, even through my jeans. Your hand spanking my ass brings tears to my eyes. It's not the pain so much as feeling that something inside me has softened, broken. Sometimes I think that I am a puzzle, pieces scattered, and you are putting me back together, one piece at a time. I want to be well again. I want to be whole.
Right now we have this moment. We have sun that brightens and warms this bedroom, a sun that warms our bodies. Your fingers are gentle in my cunt, your mouth insistent on my nipple. And as my hips rock towards your hand I gasp, "yes lover yes" as you find this moment for us.
The End
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Reviews
Tami <tamishy(at)webtv(dot)net>
My vote for best use of imagery.
Makes me want to snuggle up under the covers, but that's no fun unless you have someone to snuggle up to.
I hope your moment lasts forever.
Pam <PamiMac(at)aol(dot)com>
I am so very prejudiced in favor of this woman's writings that it is hard for me to be critical at all. So I'm not gonna be. I love the way Bookbabe writes. I liked her essay style in this piece...sort of a monologue <hmm...wonder if I could use it to audition>. Plus knowing what has gone on in her life this year, I'm glad she feels she can incorporate her healing into a wonderful entry for the SSC. She also makes me want to make it all better for her too. So as I tear up reading this, I just will wind up stating that I hope she writes more and more and more.