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    The Telling

    My mind threw images against the back of my eyes as I closed them, the memories of her skin, her body, her touch.  I knew she felt it too; that igniting passion that was the remnant of what we had.  Again she sighed, deep in her throat, as her hips bumped up against mine and her arms reached around me, her fingers scrabbling for the hemline of my tank top, curving underneath it, her nails scratching against my skin.  There was an urgency to her touch that intoxicated me with confidence and I buried my fingers in her hair, pushing my tongue deep into her mouth, feeling the contact resonate down her body to her pelvis, which began rubbing against my own.

    I’d almost forgotten how electric her kiss could be, how having her mouth on mine, her tongue rising and falling against my own ignited my passions and need.  The last time we had been this close it had been full of anger and hurt and pain.  Not this time.  This time it was different, excruciatingly torturous and exciting all at once.  As her hands grabbed at my hair she tugged my head away from hers so I could see her, mouth open, lips bruised red, eyes darkening in the wake of her arousal.

    Was this against the rules?  Was it wrong?  Neither one of us seemed to care as we stared at one another, her hands buried in my hair, my fingers splayed out on her back.  I could hear her breathing now, feel the warm air on my face as it quickened, her chest rising and falling.  And I knew then that she still wanted me.

    Leaning into her, I kissed along her jaw line, from her chin back towards her neck, my tongue reaching out to fall into the tiny hollow beneath her ear.  She let out a moan as I nuzzled into it, my tongue warming her skin as my breath cooled it.  Her head fell back and exposed the slender whiteness of her throat as my mouth moved down over it, tasting her, drinking her in.  As my lips traced a line of heat down to where her ***** swelled, covered by the thin cotton of her tank top, she said my name under her breath.  The familiar sound set a hundred nerves jangling, want racing through my veins into the pit of my stomach, bleeding lower to where my loins were already aching for her.

    Comments

    1. You have a great handle on the way words flow and an excellent vocabulary. The sentences take on a languid quality which reflects Bette’s inertia very well. Perhaps dividing this into chapters would make it easier for those of us with short attention spans.

    2. Does the end mean the end or TBC. That was womderful,well written. Letting us know that Tina still loves Bette,but can’t be with her because of all the hurt. Thanks

    3. This is extraordinary. I loved it the first time I read it and have been longing for a next chapter ever since. Please follow this up with something–ANYTHING!

    4. This was incredible. As I was reading, I kept thinking that this can only end badly, but I couldn’t stop from reading it anyway…one hand periodically hitting the down arrow button on my keyboard, the other clenching the arm of my chair. Thanks!

    5. WoW! The flow was great, the vivid imagery was very well used and the internal thoughts are well written, graciously weaved into the whole story. Articulate and clear language. Very well done. Like JB said, sex can be a lot of things, it can be about power, reconnection, and other things… and yours have been graciously and beautifully written to reflect as reconnecting as well as asking for forgiveness.

    6. This is sooooooo good, Gaymo. And I know the American went back home so you should have plenty of time to write more for us. Put the Bailey’s down and get busy.

    7. holy hootin’ hell! That was AMAZING! you capture their pain and just, wow, just that’s crazy good. I’m floored really, so glad to read some quality BT emotional storytelling. I hope this isn’t the end for this story!!

    8. oh my goodness, you made me cry. you write very visually i can just see bette’s heart breaking… who is on the phone? will you please write a part 2? you’re really doing a wonderful job

    9. I’m never writing again. I swear to god. Anything I could come up with would be like lining up a hand tracing that became a turkey with a New York Times best-seller. :D To say this was incredible would be an insult. I still feel the ache in my chest. Please, for the love of all that is good and holy, please write more. Soon. Now? :P 5 stars!!

    10. Hahah cramit! i was thinking the same thing.. right now i feel like i couldnt write anymore… All i want to do is wait for the next chapter… :D Gaymo please write soon… dont let your Portard family down!

    11. Oh my god!
      How great is that story, it moved me so much with your expression and use of words, ( i even shed a few tears) you are truely a great writter, keep up the good work.xxx

    12. Just wanted to reiterate my desperate need for you to continue this story. The ache while reading this……it’s still unbelievable. Your writing is amazing. Please, please continue this. :)

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