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Encounter series – 1 – At the Subway
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The subway wagon was package of extended arms; eyes reading books; roam souls drifting of with the movement; minds colored by music and solitudeness that came from two plugs glued to ears. People are enclausurados inside themselves and destiny are not allowed to happen.
Christina entered puffy. Her sunglass was at the tip of her nose, her hair messed because she had to run to get to the wagon. She had her hands occupied with bags, gifts and papers. And as soon she got inside the train began to move.
And it was fatidic: she lost her balance with the movements of the immense mechanical worm.
Her knees tried to compensate the bouncing maneuvers. Her hands tried to found where to reach. Her eyes searched in vain. Anything seamed enough to give her balance back. Mainly when the curve came.
She collapsed at the lap of a passenger.
She felt her face and her thoughts already in flames. Oh…Fuck…Fuck!! What else can happen…
But the fact was that she didn’t know what to wait. Or what to do.
As soon as she fell down, she felt that hands held her firmly, but gently. She also sensed that both of those hands had parked at her hips and stayed there. She didn’t approve those manners. However, maybe she could take some advantage of the situation, after all, things couldn’t get that wrong and at the Hollywood movies lonely ladies could find princes this way. Why not her?
What remained to the blonde to do, at least, was to look her saver in the eyes with a mix of – ask all kinds of apologize and maybe, if the guy was her type – Please GOD allow that! – she could give her phone or take him.
When she faced her saver – her cushion – a young woman – made of smiles and curls smiling infectiously – she got surprised and – she was astonished with her own reaction – she got wet.
Christina got redder than a red sign. The blonde woman was used to flush. But THAT was not usual. She felt the redness came running from her chest, took her neck, her chicks, forehead and burn her scalp.
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I sure hope we get more of this encounter. Enjoyed it very much.
Love it Braz. PPS.
Hi, Braz! *waving* Wow! This encounter was different and meaningful. In spite of reprimanding herself, Tina goes in search of the missing piece of her life’s puzzle named Elizabeth Porter. Both were attracted like two magnets. There was no special reason or explanation for their actions, only the urge to be together. Hmmm We loved the spontaneous response from their bodies and their rush to start a new adventure of passion. Very compelling and poetic words, dearest friend. We enjoyed this story a LOT. PPS Lucero & Marsh (Proud Salsa Aunties to the ever loving JC and Eunichick and Tias Adoradas to Patpez)
I’m so glad to see you posting again braz. Can’t wait to see where this goes. I can actually see this happen in New York on a subway.
Wow that was some start. PPS
Your amazing talent once again delights and seduces. I might even get on the “mechanical worm” today and let this encounter beautify its way through the city.
That was good i enjoyed it.I like the decription of intensity and so forth.ppvs and keep up he good work
That was awesome and sweet, love it. Please post more, thanks!
I have totally missed you and your stories!! This is really intriguing! PPS
My Beautiful Poetess… I surely have missed you beyond measure… and was so happy to see your return… I can understand your desire to stay within this new creative freedom you have created… sometimes it becomes cumbersome to continue with our epics… and yours were truly epic… I love each and every word you weave and I cannot wait until you breath new words into my soul… I love you dearly and forever my poetess, JC
What are you doing to me..I was trying to work & here you go with the distracting..so,okay,maybe I was looking to be distracted…in such a delicious manner too! You see what I mean..the poet..you tantalize with words..and no thanks,really…the pleasure would all be mine!