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GUEST STORY: True Lust


UPDATE: Since this is the story that gets by far and away the most traffic on the blog, I would like to direct you to where Jason and I are selling short stories for the Kindle like this one. For his click this link, for mine, click this one.

My little brother is back again with another short story. I'll have one up myself in the next week myself. Follow us and spread the word if you like this stuff.

(Also, I've posted a smattering of poetry since this went up, but put it behind this post. You can read it here and here.)


Hello, this is Jason. I would just like to say to anyone that is about to read this story that I appreciate anyone that does take the time to read it, and if you have any thoughts afterwards feel free to leave a comment. As I can only assume I will learn more with input.

Far from apologizing, I would also like to state that this is an experimental piece for me. Being the first story I have ever finished that wasn’t a comedy. I had fun writing it, and I hope you enjoy reading it. Here goes:


Does true love really exist?

She looks into my eyes, and there isn’t anywhere else I would rather be. Her naked skin is smooth and flawless. I lightly dig my nose into her neck and suck in a deep breath of her beauty. She smells perfect. Her white skin rests on the white sheets like an angel in the candlelight. I take a breast in each hand and caress them softly. She lets out a shallow moan and then smiles up at me warmly. I bring my ear to her cheek that’s as soft as a silk and grope her body while I kiss her on the lips and I know I’m in love.

We wake up at the same time and look into each other’s eyes for hours. Our sweaty legs are tangled together and our hands exchange each other’s chests. I pull her closer until our chests touch. It isn’t close enough. We keep each other warm with our body heat, and I feel the warm blood rushing through her veins. She lightly closes her eyes, and I kiss her eyelids gently. We fall back asleep until god knows what time.

When we wake up, we decide to get dressed and go for a walk. I get ready quickly so that I can watch her dress. She puts her panties on sensually in front of a mirror and then bends down reaching for her bra that was thrown on the floor. She picks it up gracefully, watching her get ready, is to watch her perform a dance. When she sees I’m watching her in the mirror she smiles, but does not stop. Next she puts on her stockings pulling them tightly up her silky long legs. I resist the temptation to undress her, and make love to her again. She bends all the way over to grab her blouse in the bottom drawer of her dresser. She’s teasing me.

We take a long walk through the park in the sunset holding hands. Walking slowly so it will never have to end. We stop at a park bench and sit down. There’s a clearing in the tree’s allowing us to see the deep orange horizon. It’s beautiful. I put my arm around her exposed back, and she gives me an unexpected kiss. I’ve kissed her a thousand times since last night, but this one is set apart from the others. It feels like true love. My mind swims to the future, I feel like we are going to be happy forever. The sun sets into oblivion, and the night air rolls through the park. I give her my jacket, and we finish our walk through the gallant twilight.

It’s still early yet, and we decide to go out for a night on the town. We end up at a posh French restaurant and she orders the most conservative thing on the menu. Always thinking about my pocket book. I tell her it doesn’t matter what she orders, if I have the means I’ll buy it for her. She tells me it’s really all she wants. I order the most expensive wine on the menu anyway, just to show her that money isn’t an issue. The food is wonderful and she looks stunning in the restaurants dim light. We enjoy ourselves and have a marvelous time.

When she steps away to the ladies room, I pull out a small box containing a necklace I’ve been keeping secret from her. Putting the small box in front of her plate I wait for her return. The suspense and being away from her make the wait seem like hours. On her return, the mere sight of the box on the table makes her jump with excitement. She opens the gift quickly and says she adores it instantly. I suggest to her that we go back home and make love, but she says that she wants to show her new necklace off, and so off we go.

We end up at a dive bar. A band plays songs about drugs and lust. We order beers and the bartender doesn’t stop looking at her cleavage. I forget to tip him, but I hate to admit I like the attention she gets. Her flawless teeth shine through her perfect smile, and I have fun despite myself. I think, “as long as she’s happy, I can enjoy myself.” She’s the most beautiful woman in the whole bar, and everyone is looking at her. The women in the bar whisper to each other. I imagine they are calling her names, masking their jealousy. Other men gather the courage to come over and flirt with her presumptuously. I hold her hand defensively, while I listen for her to tell them she is spoken for. The night sails on in the same manner until it’s late.

I talk to her about leaving soon, but she doesn’t want to go until the band stops playing. Looking past her for a second to the entrance of the bar. I see a goddess enter. Her majestic curves make my heart race. She wears a fiery red dress cut low exposing her firm perfect legs. Her eyes twinkle like starlight. She walks to the bar like the goddess she is. I must speak to her, but I have no idea how. How can I break away from my girl without breaking her heart?

The Goddess reaches across the bar to pay for her drink, and I wish I were next to her buying it for her. She swings her hair and turns towards me. Her beauty is insurmountable, and her lips are like that of a succubus. I look down at my girl and she is looking back at me. She isn’t smiling anymore. My opportunity to meet the goddess is fleeting. I’ll take anything I can get. Uninterested, I ask my girl if she wants to leave, I don’t even listen to her response. For at that very instant the goddess spills her drink fifteen feet from me. In a clumsy attempt I push other men out of my way trying to get to her before it’s to late. I succeed, and with a napkin I help dry her dress. She smells like an angel. She thanks me, and we have a short awkward conversation. Her voice is like a harp, and I learn her name. I’m in heaven.

Looking back at my girl, she holds her hands on her hips ashamed. I go back to her with a poor excuse, she anticipates hearing it, and is eager to accept it. She wants to leave immediately, but I delay her as long as I can. Every moment I gaze at the goddess is a moment I will keep with me forever. Eventually, unavoidably, my girl drags me from the bar and back home.

I get her home and I tear her cloths off. Turning out all the lights, we fuck while I think about the sultry vixen of my dreams. After I finish, I lie on my side thinking about the goddess. My girl turns the other way, and I hear her weep. I whisper the goddesses name as I go to sleep, and when I wake up I’ll find her and make her mine.

Comments

Luang acronym said…
its nice, but i mean, transition, from the beginning to the end its like, BAM! u just slapped me in the face with yo emotion and now i think i'm gonna fight u. Relax the writing a bit, it dosn't need to be so intence rom beginning to end to interest me. In fact it makes me want to leave the story, i like that you want to write the story, but don't force it on me, give me time to savore your writing, instead of haveing to shove it all down in one sitting. I don't need quite that much information, not all the time, its a pretty idea, having two lovers prance around guiding each other through there activites, but everyone needs a break, and plus there is a bit of repetition, i got the feeling you began to run out of ways of staring, and watching, and pretty words are lovely, but i myself like a few average everyday words, so as not to ruin the special ones. i don't know if u can understand my critics here, but the stor itself was rather nice, a little less fluff and a little more buff would be what the story needs.
Anna Bright said…
I like the way you write.
BUT GUYS SUCK !! All you fuckin care about is sex?! SO bLOODY cheap !!
Anonymous said…
i think if its less poetic and more real life like it would be more appealing.

Thats my view as i like that way.
Anonymous said…
its really nyc nd interstin as well...bt it just proves how cheap a guy cud b nd i insha allah i wud prefer nt to go around places where ladies are..cox who knows wen a guy wud fall for da godesss...
Anonymous said…
its really nyc nd interstin as well...bt it just proves how cheap a guy cud b nd i insha allah i wud prefer nt to go around places where ladies are..cox who knows wen a guy wud fall for da godesss...
Anonymous said…
Nicely wrote, seems like there is a quite brilliant poet sleeping inside the writer. Good work!

But I think feeling of lust doesn't makes the love disappear. It is true that one person, at a time, can love many in same way.
Anonymous said…
I love it ! I'm a fantasy writer and I can't write shirt stories only long ones. Personally I don't like the ending cause it's sad but that's what makes the story better. Keep writing love stories.

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