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    Soft Spoken Secrets (Gudam Garang) # 11

    Story written on December 18, 2007 by Braz.
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    Tina felt her chest tighten. The oxygen was expulsed from her cells.All her body began to compress. With her eyes still opened, Bette watched Tina’s hazel pools blurred with the wind, the tornado that exists inside of all of us, twisting their souls.

    But this was past. Now Tina was searching, reaching, begging a chance to show Bette she never forgot her.

    Tina felt something impacting against her senses.

    Bette was near.  She looked through the window by the side of the door and watched her woman coming back to her.

    ***********************************

    Bette used an excuse. She told them she needed to rest a little and Madison told her about the cottage lost in the trees at the immense backyard.

    “It’s really calm…”

    Bette was in turmoil. In ebullition.

    Her firm steps on the search for isolation to reorganize the thoughts.

    And her thoughts were trying too hard ignored the feelings that Tina’s presence brought to her.

    Including the river that nascence from her sex.

    Bette’s inner thoughts were in turmoil to recollect the clues that her body and senses at that precise moment were shouting out .

    Bette ignored the warns: Tina was closer.

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    The professor found the door and invaded the cottage: half impetuously like she was, half blind with sadness, pain, confusion and missing.

    She didn’t have time because who grabbed her wrist set fire on her body. She didn’t have time because who held her tight was far stronger. The minute she collided: the minute Bette gave in.

    And she longed so much that touch, that skin; that sultriest breathe.

    But most of all, she missed desperately that sensation, that impression that abandoned her since Tina ran away.

    The mocha beauty would never forget the day she had discovered Tina was the only woman Bette would want to share herself.

    They were laid on the grass. Tina was caressing Bette’s hand.

    The wind. The dawn.

    That’s when Bette felt it for the first time.

    The ability. The fondness. She felt free.

    Tina set her free. With Tina, Bette was complete and transparent and truthful and happy and free: to fly. Bette gave herself to Tina that second-forever. She confided her heart to the blond.

    And for that, years ago, at the dawn, for the first time, Bette imagine herself as a kite, suspended at the infinitum, dancing with this great partner. Ginger Rogers and …and… Fred Astaire? No…Cyd Charisse. She remembered. She felt the taste of the wind; the scents of the clouds.

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    2. Braz ur words feels like a touch of silk against the mind, ur NC17’s conveys a true poetic description of the art of love making. Love all ur posts PPS:) Good luck wit moving.

    3. Hey there… :-) you took me by surprise here… knowing how you love to make them communicate and free their souls before “coming to the point” ;-), I didn’t wait a NC-17 there… ;-) — but I think you are right, and Tina took the best option… at least now, each one is certain of the other one’s desire and love… the talking part should take place easier… but won’t be easy, because there is still a lot of anger and guilt lying there… anyway, thank you for this new beautiful and lustful post : I too have a big lump in my throat after that scene, but I hope you will help me getting rid of it… with the next posts ;-) XOXOXOXO

    4. Braz…. qto tempo! Tudo bem com vc? Adorei seu update… mas eu sempre gosto né? Nada de novo nisso. Bom vou ficar meio ausente por uns 40 dias mas voltando venho procurar seus posts! Feliz Natal e um 2008 cheio de alegria para vc! Beijo

    5. Dear Braz, so poetic, meaningful, lustful and HOT. Your brilliant. Wow great update, dear friend. We have miss you a lot. Big hs & ks – Lucero & Marsha

    6. May I say your are a genius with words and how hot, sexy, passionate how you made these two women want and love each other like they has always did in the past, thank you Braz!!

    9. Sometimes after I read an NC-17 chapter I think to myself, “I wonder what kind of lover the author is? Is she as passionate as the characters?” Then I realize if the author is in a relationship it’s probably a bad idea to have those kinds of thoughts. lol

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