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    It was one of those days.

    Story written on July 15, 2011 by kins40.
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    Story Shortlink: https://lesfan.com/?p=77861
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    It was one of those days, when the heat was so fierce that the sidewalks nearly melted.
    One of  those days when the sun transformed itself from a gentle, warm  spring orb to a menacing, white-hot inferno which hung just low enough in the sky to scorch everything in its view.
    It is a stark contrast against  the uninterrupted blue expanse of the sky, where not a passing cloud was visible to tame the burning haze even for the length of time it would take to glide over.
    One of those days when there was no breeze.
    One of those days where there was little movement. 
    Life  was still. 
    Most people had retreated inside, in search of the coolness that air-conditioning technology provided and quietly thankful for the even smarter invention of iced tea.
    One of those days where the heat  caused  busy people to move ever-so-slowly, slowed down by the sleep inducing heat. Even conversation changed from animated business like ramblings to a more gentle, careful and prolonged exchange.
    I was one of those people. I had retreated indoors, away from the burning heat outside.
    I had chosen this little café. A bright and airy setting with lush greenery of large leaved potted plants which brought welcome shade and freshness to the place. In lieu of doors, which had been kept purposely opened, were sheer curtains which blew lightly in the soft draft created by a clever arrangements of opened doorways. The place was cool and quiet, albeit the fact that all tables were occupied. A faint murmuring of jazz  music played in the background.
    I did not see her walking in at first. She, no doubt, struck an amazing sight, as she appeared from behind the sheer veil of the curtain door, gently drawing it back to enter in the welcome coolness of the café.
    I only became aware of her presence, when she stood opposite me. I lifted my head from the magazine, I had taken a vague interest in and my gaze was met with the colourful design of an oversized belt buckle.
    A stunning Navajo made sterling silver belt buckle with encrusted turquoise stones. It was oval shaped with the stylised design of a bear paw in its centre. It fastened the two ends of a distressed leather belt which surrounded the delicate hips of a pretty woman with blonde hair.
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    3. Aaarrgghhh, I was ready to go to bed when you texted me. With your innocent “Are you still up cause I’m about to post…”, how could I possibly say no and proceed with my bedtime ritual??!!… You know my weakness, that’s for sure, but dear, next time remember the time difference, will you?… LOL! Just kidding, of course I don’t mind the sleep delay when it’s about reading you my friend! Again that was something!!… You cracked me up with that beautiful combination of a NC-17 and then the generous description of morning sickness! I very much enjoyed the previous descriptions of champagne and perfume… But morning sickness?… Really?… LOL, that’s how you recognize an amazing talent, when even writing about nausea becomes poetic! You are seriously unbelievable! In every possible sense!!!!… Seriously though, that was truly beautiful, and I really liked you embarking us on the incredible journey of pregnancy… Ca sent le vecu! Thanks for this piece my dear and enjoy your much deserved night of sleep! Kw. PS: Did you celebrate the 14th of July?

    4. umm…WOW! This is absolutely amazing I am learning so much about writing by just reading your wonderful stories. Please keep them coming. I love how this story moved in so many different timelines, it was so awesome. It gave me a peaceful feeling, I think that’s what you were trying to do. Thanks for this post and PPS!

    6. Really beautiful and sweet. And you know what you have done to my blood pressure at the start of this story.lol You do write so beautifully and the trip of ten years was quick and very efficiently done. Thanks for sharing.

    12. Any words I can use to praise this lovely little tale will surely pale in comparison to the way you have told it. Your writing is truly captivating. Knowing that the written English word is not your native tongue or type makes it that much more impressive and worthy of a thousand published American authors’ admiration and envy. mm2112 is right, you create works of art, not stories.

    14. Hi there, I read your story again today. Cant help it. I have read all your stories more than once. Again I have some comments, complements. You describe a woman’s body like a poetry. Everything is beautiful. Its like worshiping someone. Here its Tina. I love that character so much and you make her look (in my imagination) so pure, gentle, sensuous, beautiful everything. Thanks.

    15. I don’t know that I am even worthy to comment on your writing. Each chapter is impossibly better than the last. Your favorite body parts are quickly becoming my own…

    17. wow kins40… How do you telling me of just take it as frozen moment in their histories-which is not in tune with your lasting ember of NC17?! :-D lol… It’s so lovely sweet and tender story! I love reading your story! I found that listening to Air from Bach just so beautiful and just set the mood :-) And how I remind me myself to put on better perspective of one of those days where I found the never ending morning sickness into this melodious worship session of the porcelain ritual! :-D The way you write about morning sickness, craving, cramps, and those hormones changes, etc. around pregnancy should be included in any guidance of pregnancy for dummies or manual for parents to be or baby on the way books… :-) because you write it in such beautiful and positive way, and how subtle you highlighted the key-role of supportive spouses/partners is making a huge difference. Thanks for sharing this beautiful story kins!! :-) love it! will re-read this again for sure :-)

    20. How do you do it?? I mean is it a story or work of art?? Melody?? what do I call it. Its beautiful. I dont know what do you do right now for living, but there sure is a brilliant artist in you.

    25. You blew me away with your intensity, sensuality, and your ability to capture this most sacred of acts. Your detailed and evocative description of two lovers in the act sent tingles through my body. So tell me Kins is there a cloud higher than 9, if there is I should be floating past you now.

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