Let’s get all steamy up in here and write about sex.
If not, I promised you, my faithful readers that things would be getting interesting
and there is much more to come.
In Your Dreams
Kimmy pulled the seat belt low and tight against her lap, restraining herself.
Liza had finally stopped questioning her sanity and pushed the buds of her iPod into her ears.
“We don’t even know where he is Kimber. “
“We’ll find him Lize.”
“We don’t have any luggage. Or clothes for that matter.” she added.
“You’re a clothes buyer, my friend; I’m thinking it won’t be a problem” winking at her friend.
Liza just sighed, “Jesus, I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“Me too.” Kimmy whispered.
The opening credits to the movie started and the low squeal of the drink cart as it bumped against the seats joined the heavy hum of the engines as the plane climbed into the sky.
Liza’s breathing slowed and Kimmy shifted to support Liza’s head, thankful that her best friend was willing to indulge her crazy, last ditch attempt at doing the right thing.
The symphony of noise lulled an emotionally spent Kimmy toward sleep, her eyes suddenly as heavy as her heart.
Why had he gone to Italy?
Did he know about David?
Her thoughts raced as fast as the plane that carried her to him, swirling and bumping into one another until she gave up and let the drowsy bubble just envelope her.
Colors rushing at her, she sheilds her eyes as she searches the space in front of her, the figure is merely a shadow, a faceless body reaching for her.
“Come here.” It says.
A warm hand touches her arm pulling her close. Her skin prickles with a familiar heat as her body instinctively places itself along the contours of the figure. Like puzzle pieces locking into place; hands, shoulders, waists and hips find their way to one another.
“Dance with me?” the voice breaths in her ear.
And she sways with him, slowly, seductively to an imaginary song.
“Who are you?”
A low laugh, teasing but husky, answers “It’s me, Kimmy. “
The voice is gentle but completely nondescript, making it impossible for her to place or recognize. Yet, she feels nothing but comfort in the arms embracing her; the beat of his heart matching her own through the clothes that separate them.
Clothes she suddenly and desperately wants to remove.
Kimmy traces a line down one cheek skimming his chin and moving up the other to the bridge of his nose. She giggles as she lets her touch linger and slide down until the tip of her finger meets his lips.
Before she can stop herself her own mouth take its place.
Soft at first, a tentative offering, until his hands are cradling her, his tongue exploring and caressing her own. Waves of lust run through her blood, as his lips graze her forehead, her cheeks, the sweet hollow of her neck, leaving words in the space he has coveted and marked.
“I love you.”
Kiss.
“It’s always been you.”
Kiss.
“Give yourself to me, Kimmy.”
A safe harbor.
Gently easing his mouth back to her own, she opens her eyes and is met with deep pools of want.
“Oh.” She smiles. “It’s you.”
The grin mirrored as his mouth closes over hers again.
The bump of the wheels hitting the runway jolted Kimmy from the dream.
Without hesitation, she pulled her purse into her lap, her hands frantically exploring the hidden pockets.
As Liza stretched and yawned herself back to life, Kimmy slid the diamond back on her finger.
I don't know how, but I haven't read any of the rest of this story. I'll take care of that. But for now I'm looking at this as a stand-alone piece…it took me a while to figure out where they were (which is good! I like wondering…when the info reveals itself gradually.) The seat belt, a car?, the movie?, the drink cart? and then I realized they were on a fucking plane! With no luggage! And this friend had somehow agreed to go along. I loved figuring that out and, to me, it says a lot about their relationship and Kimmy's 'situation.' And her putting her ring back on at the end is a great ending!! I'm not even sure it was her husband in the dream but something about that dream is making her choose him (at least at that moment.)
the details were majorwell written Polish Princess
Oh sweetie..you have a lot of reading to do. Marcois her fiance and David is…ummm…well, oh darlin you have some reading to do.Sorry about the plane (but I did write "they climbed into the sky" LOL)…honestly I am just glad you enjoyed it and I hope (when u have time) you read some more of the story.
I totally have some reading to do and I look forward to it just rushing back here to clarify my comment about taking a minute to realize they were on a plane was a GOOD thing. I enjoyed wondering and then realizing that!!
After our conversation the other day, I don't know what to say exactly except that I am soooo very happy for Mr. Italy
I thought it was really well written; you can work the steam like no other my dear. I love that she's found her puzzle piece and is happy with her choice.xoxo soooo good!(but OMG no luggage? I would die. My credit card couldn't handle that sort of damage!)
Damn this was awesome! I need more stories, more!
Steamy!! I like how you evoked all the right senses and emotions without being graphic. Nice work, Kir!!And am totally waiting for the next part!
Ok lady… I give up being amazed–because every single time you manage to out do yourself. Steamy and sensual and brilliant!
Mmmm…. going for the dream/fantasy! And the engagement ring… I wonder what awaits in Italy.
Ahhh interesting! Yet another layer to the story! Now I really wanna know how this all works out. Oh, and ps – nice steaminess!
Love the intrigue! Can't wait to see what happens in Italy!!
OMG, OMG, OMG…wonderful! I really, really love this!
Yum! Pure yum! XO
I think you'll be surprised.
thanks Jen. There is a lot coming. I promise.
I swear I do have a destination with this story.
I'll take the compliment, but you are WAY TOO KIND to me lady. Love you lots!
Oh I think the "next part" is going to get even more interesting.
From YOU?? that is a wonderful compliment, I'm so glad you even READ my writing. Thank you.
well like Hollywood, my friend, I can do whatever I want in fiction right???? Maybe she won't 'need" clothes
LOL. I'm glad you're behind me on the way this story is going. It meant a lot to me to have your opinion. xo
why thank you sir…I'll take that compliment from you. Made my day.
thank you for that, I love to know you'll be reading.
Ok, I have VERY unfortunately missed the previous installments of this, but this definitely makes me want to go back and read (and I will!). I hate those dreams that conjure so much feeling, by the way.. no matter what they are. I always wake up feeling very disoriented and am moody the entire day.
A safe harbor. Talk about what you need. What everybody needs. The heart of all seduction is the promise, deep down of being truly loved. Oh, this is good. And it keeps the reader guessing, in a most exciting way.