1. The Mending Of Hearts


    Date: 9/24/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: Sensual_Tights, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    that was medium length. Tight enough to intrigue, but loose enough to allow the proper movement. She took off her shirt and bra and put on a thin, skin tight slip, that could serve as a top to lounge in. It was revealing, but that was the point. She walked upstairs and looked back through the window. He was still there. She wondered if he had even blinked. She filled her glass with more water and poured one for him as well. “Would you like some water Bret?” she asked quietly. “Sure. I could use something other than... ” His sentence broke when he looked at her. “Other than beer?” she finished for him. “Yes. I, um, can't really sleep well these days, so I'll probably be here a while.” “It'll pass dear.” “Oh, I'm sure it will. Just have to go through the motions. Right?” “Unfortunately, yes. You do understand that it isn't because of who you are?” “It doesn't make sense. I gave her all that I have, you know? Anything to make her happy, like she made me happy. How did she make me happy? Nothing was good enough. As a young man, you hear 'grown-ups' talking about how 'nothing is ever enough for them,' and I didn't want to believe it. Like, be there, be present, show her that you love her, and maybe it'll be enough. Maybe your little efforts mean shit, because you're not backing up your words with the right actions to make them mean anything. You know?” “I do, and your insight allowed you to see through their bullshit. To see their errors, and that made you one hell of a man.” ...
    “Did it? Or did it make me a fool? Maybe they were right. Maybe it's all a scam. Just two black holes spinning to consume the other, in some sort of backwards, self-biased, self-defeating agenda, interwoven and conjoined by this ideology of traditionalism. Where our super-ego's play patsy to our Id's - we're hopeless - and we're all just blind to it. ” “The selfish ones, yes. Those who are skin deep. You're more than that. Better than that. Take a sip of your water, and listen to me,” she said as she got up and walked in front of him. “You put all of yourself into one of those black holes, sure. Unlike real ones, it's not lost forever. It's not stuck in some void. It's who you are, and you have plenty more you can give. Reserve it for someone who'll give it back. You gave it all, but that's what true love requires. That whole experience was something to learn from, not to become embittered or jaded. You'll never find love if you let that become your reality. "Ease your mind and focus on me. Just for right now. Sometimes, you just need something to distract you from the dark, so you can see that there is still light.” As she spoke, she had taken a seat on his lap. When she finished talking, she kissed him. He didn't stop her, but his kiss was hesitant. She pulled back so she could watch his face as her hand slid between his thighs. His eyes squinted with inquisition and she smiled and tilted her head in a hopeful, playful manner. He slowly brought his face to hers and she joined ...