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The Tales From The Tavern: I Lust After Your Scar
Date: 8/18/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: el_henke, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories
in my bedroom, my scar reminded me of how stupid my little fantasies were. I had to remind myself that we were just playfully flirting with each other, fooling around, that it meant nothing at all , that all these kinky scenarios that kept flooding my mind were not to be fulfilled – ever. It was the scar. Even though we had grown very close to each other, I knew that he could not see past that irreparable patch of misshaped tissue on my face either. I could see it by the look in his eyes whenever he stared at my face. Was that his flaw? His constant, obnoxious staring? My investigations on his personality didn't pass entirely unnoticed, as he liked to ask where that head of mine was lost in. Easy answer. Thoughts about him, but not just about his hypothetical flaws, no; rather about having his soft fingers caress my naked skin. How he'd be standing behind me, letting his hands run down my belly, inside my panties... “ Earth to Beth,” he repeatedly said, again staring at my scar while we were sharing our beer at his kitchen table, “you there?” My face turned to a darker shade of red, instantly. He laughed: “The color on your face just looks like that Johnson girl's when she saw us chatting over the fence. With the only difference that her expression came from fuming anger, I guess.” I giggled: “Well, of course. You know exactly why she came over. To try to catch you, but you weren't biting . Bitches be jealous, Mr. Jordan . Did you see what she was wearing? You could've had ...