Thanks
Harriet
As I sat watching her, I was aware of the effect she was having on me, and aware, too, that this wasn't normal behaviour for a respectable woman. I wasn't accustomed to lusting after young girls in pubs but, it was undeniable, she was eliciting a very sexual response from me...
He was stroking my back, dragging his nails hard, so that I could feel them through my tee shirt. Then he started sliding round to my breast, and started kneading and stroking me. It got me pretty hot, I have to say...
I pictured her inviting me home and without much fanfare guiding me to her bed. She undressed me slowly, carefully, planting kisses on every expanse of flesh she uncovered...
How do you find an angel? I am tormented, I'm torn, my mind is blighted, thoughts benighted, a sea of troubles around me...
Instantly, my mouth went dry, my ears started ringing and I could feel the blood pulsing in my head. I sat staring, rigid, unable to move, like a woman in shock...
Hiya. Just got in after the concert. Well, I put that damned woman in her place...
If Don was the leader, the focus of the band, then Simone was its soul. They each saw in her a delight in living, a free-spirited, whole-hearted lust for life...
Our
Narrator's version
"Margaret thinks I'm the most beautiful thing she's ever seen. Thing, note, not person. More beautiful than The Three Graces, Margaret? More beautiful than the Sistine Chapel ceiling? More beautiful than Shakespeare's poetry?"...
Margaret's Version
She is astonishing. So calm, so assured. Everything I had thought about her, observing from afar, is true. She dominates any scene merely through her presence. ..
Simone's Diary
God, what a night. Christ, what a hangover. I feel as if my insides have been hoovered out and replaced with crêpe paper. Every time I move my whole body seems to rustle, which makes my head throb. Never again...
Oh love are you coming your cause to advance
Or yet are you waiting for a far far better chance
At times it seems like the saddest tune in the world, at others an uplifting, wonderful paean to hope; it plumbs the depths and soars to the heights, casting a spell around you...
She was wearing low waist, cream cotton trousers which were three quarter length, and her midriff and ankles were delightfully exposed. She looked stunning, the tight fit of the trousers accentuating the smooth, creamy curves of her bottom...
Unconsciously, I found myself holding Simone's hand as we gazed in wonderment at this exceptional thing, trying to understand it, trying to fathom its depths of meaning...
I couldn't work out what she was thinking, but a most peculiar thought entered my head at that moment. I've no idea why. This woman, I thought, has just fallen in love...
'Well,' I said to him, 'I could do with some pleasing right now." He went kinda pale at that...
Last night, it was really, really hot. Kicked the blankets off early and just lay there. I couldn't hold back from stroking myself...
Lying on her side and leaning on her arm, the shape of her hip was exaggerated, creating a wonderful, undulating, flowing form from her shoulder to her knee. She was so beautiful, so radiant she almost made me want to cry...
When I'm talking to her, when she's being herself, quiet, thoughtful, friendly, not doing all this shit about how many lovers she's had, she's totally different. I find myself opening up to her. Find myself saying things I can't believe I'm saying...
Our Narrator's Version
"Okay, I'll wear it. But it's too bloody hot in here to wear it on top of what I've got, so if you don't want to know the score, look away now." Deftly, she pulled her own tee-shirt over her head and sat, momentarily, in the middle of the Indian restaurant in only her bra...
Margaret's Version
Right at the start she gave a brief flash when she whipped her tee shirt off in the middle of the restaurant. It's these little, uninhibited, spontaneous gestures I so love her for...
Simone's Diary, July 20th
First off, I stripped off my tee-shirt in the middle of the restaurant. Damn me, I thought, even bloody Margaret wouldn't do that...
She stood in the doorway, arm raised, holding the edge of the door above her head. That image of her is branded in my memory, unerasable, as livid now as it was at that very moment. If I close my eyes I can see every detail...
I've posted these three stories together, as they form one, very long segment, which is best read in one sitting.
Edale
"Wonderful, isn't it? Kinder Scout is over there, to the north; these are the slopes of the lower edge. Enormous, empty moorland. Heather and grass and rocks and grouse, and nothing to find but your soul..."
Mam Tor
I cradled her to me and felt in my pocket for a tissue. For five minutes we sat, rocking together, looking out over the valley, and gradually Simone's tears subsided; she felt so small in my arms, fragile like a winter's sun...
The Moment
Convulsed with tears, I bowed my head and prayed for courage, prayed for Paddy Fahy to give me strength. I felt Simone's arms around me, cradling me, stroking her hand down my cheek, patting my hair and pulling me to her bosom...
Jesus Christ, where do I begin. I've only been away for four days, and my world is changed totally. I went away a wreck and came back a dyke... *LOL*
She was flushed from the heat of the water, her features vital and her skin soft and puffy, with a sheen of wetness. Down the bridge of her nose a silver streak glinted, the film of water reflecting the ceiling light and highlighting her most perfect feature...
