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    The Telling

    Story written on November 4, 2004 by Gaymo.
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    Story Shortlink: https://lesfan.com/?p=50157
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    Set post-Season 1, Tina returns to the house to collect some clothing. Bette is desperate to make Tina stay but things don’t quite go as planned.

    She began trembling, sucking in huge lungfuls of air and releasing them in staccato breaths as she bucked and writhed beneath me.  Her hands tugged insistently at my hair, pulling my face away from her to gaze up the length of her body.  Faint trickles of sweat made their way down her torso, glistening in the mid-morning sunlight that was streaming through the bedroom window.  Her hair seemed to catch the light, bathing her face in a golden glow that wrenched at my heart and plummeted deep into my stomach.

    "Come here," she whispered, her voice hoarse and filled with longing.  I crawled up her body, laying myself on top of her and closing my eyes as her hand crept between our bellies to slide inside my panties.  I had been wet from the first kiss that we shared and as she pushed her fingertips inside of me we both exhaled deeply at the contact.  I shuddered with pleasure as she flitted around my clitoris, the pulsing flesh jumping beneath her touch.  A faint smile parted her lips and she closed her eyes, leaning her head back to bathe in the sunlight that bounced off her glistening brow.

    Parting my legs, I straddled her thigh and pressed down, my left hand beside her head on the pillow and my right reaching back to her swollen lips.  Leaning down, my hair whispered over her chest as I kissed her, her tongue reaching out to taste her own juices on my face, my chin, my lips.  She groaned into my mouth as we moved together, both sinking deeper into the other as our lovemaking surrounded us in heat, passion, despair.

    She opened her eyes as I pulled my head back from hers, the warm brown melting into blissful sadness as she gazed at me.  Inches away from one another, our mouths opened in acknowledgement as our hands never ceased, our fingers pushed and bruised and seared a love-touch into the other.

    The sensation building in my loins buzzed up into my stomach, a crescendo of feeling that threatened to explode in my chest and fill my lungs with her so that I could breathe her into every single part of my body.  The tightness quickened my breathing, just as the trembling in her body hastened her own and I knew that she was close, as was I.  Just one more minute, one more second of this…the exquisite pain of holding back seeped into my face as I clenched my teeth and began ***** her the way I knew she loved.  The faint grin on her face only served to increase my efforts and I rammed my fingers in and out of her, barely able to concentrate in the midst of what she was doing to me.  Her fingertips spread me wide, and then plunged deep into me every time I bore down hard on her thigh.  The glorious susceptibility I had to her touch thrilled up and down my body in cold-hot shivers as we both reached the point of no return.  For a single second, I saw her lips move soundlessly, echoing what her now closed eyes didnt want to see.  I knew what she had said; I felt it deep within my body as the tremors of my ***** began wreaking havoc on my consciousness.  Letting out a cry of pure submission and wonder, I poised above her as she allowed herself release, her voice joining my own in a frozen moment until I fell forward onto her.  My mouth against her ear, I tried to catch my breath while the ebbing ripples of climax throbbed throughout my whole being.

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    4. 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.

    10. 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

    12. 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!

    14. 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!

    15. 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.

    17. 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.

    18. 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!!

    19. 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

    22. 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!!

    23. 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!

    28. 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

    29. 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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