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Instead wanting, desiring and opening herself to him. Emotionally and physically. Pulling him over herself, with heated breaths and aroused flesh, raising her body willingly over his. Asking him to please her. Gasping her need. Touching him as he did in turn.
She saw it. Bette pictured it clearly. Her hands would touch his arms, pull on his back or rest on his chest. Tina’s mouth would open as she’d witnessed first hand, panting with increased volume and frequency.
Yes. She would have said.
Please. She would have asked. How could he resist her plea?
Yes. She would have encouraged even more.
Eyes closing in fulfillment, her head would push back into the mattress or be thrown to its side on the pillow in reaction. Locking her ankles behind his thighs, she would pull him into herself even more. Did he caress her breasts with his free hands as she knew Tina enjoyed?
They would have kissed.
Perhaps he tasted her, maybe he lay the side of his face against Tina’s moist warm skin. Her mouth would open as she held her breath. Not a sound would escape with her being so lost in feeling. She would pant. Arching her lower self, the movement would encourage deeper thrusts. She would groan. Accepting his body fully, merging together. Rhythmically pushing against his to get even closer. Closer until…
It was pure agony having these images repeat themselves. That it was his ear that rested on her chest as her heart raced then eventually slowed. She regretted too that Tina must have had to live through a similar period. The uncertainty it breeds. The utter ache. The helplessness it prompted was paralyzing. A reason Bette now felt so raw.
Shaking her head with purpose to reset the jumbled thoughts, a lock of hair fell across her face. With a hint of anger she swiped at the tears that escaped with fingertips that trembled. Driven by the conjured images that tortured her mind. Also in part driven by an irritation of the very emotions that were flowing through her.
For all the while, permeating within was a guilt that welcomed internal conflict.
That she didn’t have a right to these feelings after what she herself capitulated to. Yet, in tandem, sanctimonious because of what her counterpart did thereafter. Frustrated that she was succumbing to imagery burned into memory that should no longer be of significance.
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I’m not convinced that Tina answered Bette’s final quesion. I’m not sure she knows the answer…waiting for the next
This is not the time for Tina to waiver with unclear answers…Bette is on the edge here with pain and doubts of what she means to Tina right now. What she says and how she says it right now can mean all the difference in the world. Thanks for posting.
Unsettling but excellent writing.
that was amazing…thank you!
As a Tibetter I will always want them to be together. I hope that this is the way that they start to work back to trusting each other again. Others may come and go but there is only one Bette and Tina.
another amazing chapter. bette’s pain is so real. will she ever get over the insecurity of tina’s temporary abandonment? i like how you write them. awaiting for more to come :)
Who is the other woman? Will Tina and Bette be together again? What a beautiful tale you tell. Thank you.
WOW!!! That was breathtaking to read, thank you.
this was a very good job. I hope that you continue writing this story
You do such a beautiful job of capturing their emotions in your writing. Thank you for sharing your stories.
Exremely powerful. Looking forward to more.