1. Just A Tiny Spark


    Date: 8/12/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: LushStories, Rating: 83.3, Source: sexstories.com

    were wide and full of disbelief. To me, she looked like an angel. “Molly? What are you doing… god, you’re wet through and through. You’ll catch your death! Come in, quickly!” The flat wasn’t big, but it had an open space that served as kitchen, dining- and living room, and one of the walls had an open fireplace where flames were dancing merrily on a bunch of logs. The warmth quickly broke through the cold from outside, and I realized how every piece of fabric clung wetly to my body. Joanne guided me in front of the fireplace, mindless of the wet trail I left on her hardwood floor, and once there, pulled the cloak from me. I shivered. “Why?” she asked quietly, but when I didn’t immediately answer, she went back into the small anteroom and hung up my cloak. “I needed to see you again,” I confessed, barely above a whisper, “even if it is the last time.” I wasn’t sure if she had heard me. “God, girl, you’re soaked to your skin. We need to get you out of these wet clothes. You can go into the bathroom and I’ll…” I don’t know what prompted me, but when she had said ‘out of these wet clothes’, it was as if a light had been lit. I turned towards her. The knit dress slid easily down my body. Her words trailed off. My stockings tried to cling to my legs, but I pulled them off and righted myself. She was frozen on the spot. I recognized that emotion in her eyes now, the one I had never been able to pin-point, because I felt it just as strong inside myself, churning and bubbling. ...
    Desire. My bra tumbled to the floor and she gasped. My nipples were hard like rocks, and it wasn’t because of the cold. “I need you, Joanne,” I whispered while I pulled down my panties, praying that I didn’t appear awkward. “I need you more than I’ve ever need anything or anybody.” And then I stood naked in front of her, trembling like mad. I watched her swallow hard. Her hands shook. She tried to take a step towards me, then halted, then tried again. I saw the battle that raged behind her eyes. “Do you have a lover? God, tell me if you have!” Yes, I need her, but I couldn’t - wouldn’t - make her choose. “No!” she gasped and exploded into motion. Her hands cupped my cheeks. A tear trickled down her cheek. “But I’ve got a son at home, a son I need to return to, a whole life to return to. I’m afraid…” Another tear joined the first one. Her fingers burned on my skin. “I don’t care. Fuck, I do care, but I understand.” I brushed my fingertips over her cheeks, astounded by softness of her skin. My fingers prickled. “Can you give me just this night?” “I don’t want you pining for something you can’t have, you silly, wonderful girl.” Her thumb caressed my lips and made them tremble. “I already do.” I gave her thumb a soft kiss and butterflies swirled around in my stomach. “‘Tis better to have loved and lost,” I whispered, and her eyes widened. “..than never to have loved at all,” she solemnly completed Lord Tennyson’s most famous lines. “You know that this was written with a different ...
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