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Mismatches tales – Coexistence
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She recalled.
It was not the way she thought it would be.
Her chin didn’t arrive to some dark forest, covered with wild pubic hair.
No.
Her chin glided under a smooth surface and she sensed – while caressing – the light attrition from the hairs, still, to grow.
Tina remembered.
She kissed the pubic mound with wetted lips and thought how teasing and intimae would be to watch those buds became curls – or cuffs, where she could arrest her tongue.
She recollected.
But that was not the case.
At, least, not now or anymore.
Tina licked the red haired woman’s shaved pubic mound with the passion the memories provide her. She teased. And teased. And kissed. And licked lightly. Once – Twice. Many times. Her ears were filled with moans, murmurs, despair: pleasure.
The tip of her tongue caressed the flesh that surrounded and protect – she exposed the clitoris to her touch. The woman – a designer Tina met at a dinner party – cried out loud and the blonde slid her tongue deep inside her.
Meanwhile, old scenes abrasion the blonde´s chest.
She plugged two fingers from her right hand inside the girl’s pussy while one finger from her right hand penetrated her anus.
“Do you like that…Do you …?! Yeah…?Yeah! I know you would…!”
“Fuck…Yeah… …this way…This way…Fuck…”The designer moaned violently. And.
The blonde pictured and this way tasted while the electrical wave rode the skin – found the vocal chords and became a deep violent long moan.
She recalled Bette – because they were pungent memories.
Those memories filled her thoughts and she would remind her – them – many other days or nights, like this she was undressed in, while she tasted other tastes, and flashes other fleshes.
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Memories.
Memories, Tina learned well, didn’t possess a law, a rule.
It was a trigger.
They came, eventually, with a word.
Apple.
Cook.
Make up.
Gift.
Secret.
…
As a fragrance.
Perfume.
Food.
Garbage.
Shampoo.
The sheets.
…
A scene.
Movie.
Sunday.
Because, it was summer.
Rainning.
At night.
And naturally would appear during sex.
Yes, the producer had to lead with that and she had to learn to take some benefit of it. After all, she had the right and the obligation to search happiness, to keep living her life, to enjoy, including, the pleasure of the sexual company of other human being.
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Such strength in your words Braz. I was extremely excited to see you had been generous to provide another chapter – – and an NC17 to boot!!! Thanks for sharing hun. xoxo
Unique story concept. Both of your recent stories, powerful vignettes of live along the relationship spectrum, coming together and trying to live after. I was touched particularly by the emptiness of Tina’s experiences after, conjuring feelings using memories of a lost love. Thank you.
This short story format really works! Keep it up!
Poor Tina, I feel so sorry for her at this time. Will it ever end? Thanks for posting.
your words your storries go through bones, I agree with Chicki.The impressions you keep giving us in each of your storries, contain such a hidden power, I nearly believe that I can touch it.you are talented, and I am sure I am not the first who says that…=) thank you very much, again ;)
Braz you once again grace us with another chapter, thinking I must read them before I leave for work at this ungodly hour,lol. But then again I’d read it anyway,lol. Tina’s memories of her Bette would never let her be free of her, and dont think she wants them to leave her as well. Wonderful writing as always Braz, be well!
Hey Braz! *waving* Ah, this was an excellent tale, which speaks volumes on how someone in particular may affect a certain person and leave such a mark that shall be engraved on her mind and skin. It’s like a process to forget how good that relationship was and how it can be put to rest in order to move on. However, that can only be wishful thinking as those powerful relationships mark you forever. Thanks for bringing this story, dearest friend. PPS Hugs & kisses on both your cheeks. – Lucero & Marsha (Proud Salsa Aunties to the loving JC, Eunichick, ZLFAN, T_Daze, Melrose231 and Tias Adoradas to Patpez) P.S. We have missed your news, sweetie. xoxo
Damn this is sad and poor Tina. Please post more, thanks!
OláÉs a minha escritora favorita do L Lword… já li bastante… mas nenhuma te superou ainda!A forma como descreves o amor entre Tibette é poderosa e autofágica e literalmente explodes com todos os extremos do inatingÃvel… mas tu dás-nos esse vislumbre… e por isso te agradeço!Nunca mais escreveste…. Poderei alimentar a esperança de voltar a ler-te um dia?OXALÃ!