At Last, My Lovely


His name was Vertigo.
Her name was Dare.
“If you think adventure is dangerous, try routine; it is lethal.” ― Paulo Coelho

The Dark Haired Man places hands roughened by hard work, upon The Blonde Woman’s thighs. Her delicate hands strokes a cheek covered by five o’clock shadow. Leaning into the softness of it, a tiny sigh escapes his slightly parted lips. She drinks in his eyes the color of polished sapphires and slides her fingers into the V of an unbuttoned dress shirt. Her warm palm settles on the soft down of his chest hair. His heartbeat quickens and rouges his cheeks with desire. The blush transcends from his body and travels up her arm. He stares intently at her, watching the crimson appear on her cheeks. The Blonde Haired Woman feels her body awaken with a longing only he can evoke.

Closing the distance between them, he murmurs, “Half your problems would disappear if you were with me.”

Promises, lies, truths, endings and beginnings roar in their first kiss. Their hands grapple for purchase as they succumb to the dizzying dare they have chosen to act upon. The Dark Haired Man slides his hands up The Blonde Woman’s ebony skirt. Her body pitches backward, and she places her hands behind her on the velvet cushion. His tongue travels down her neck into the supple skin between her breasts. Kissing gently, he catches her left nipple that has carelessly slipped from the nest of her bodice. He cups the orb in his right hand and continues to suck.

The Blonde Haired Woman turns to look at their shadows projected on the empty wall. Their want has created a painting only they can see. A masterpiece. The Dark Haired Man sensing her hesitation, looks up.

Pointing to their shadows, she breathes, “My Darling, look at what we’ve painted.”

Smiling mischeviously, The Dark Haired Man lowers his mouth back to her chest. She sighs as he gives her a light kiss and continues his exploration. The Blonde Haired Woman lies flat on the velvet bench, wanting so badly to be selfish. To feel his seduction, while she does nothing but take pleasure in it. Her need for him wills her hands forward and she places them in his hair. Leaving it in disarray, but neither of them care. His mouth wanders to her waist as he pushes the raised skirt even higher. Opening his eyes wide, he sees her mound. The pink flesh made ripe with the influx of fresh blood.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to taste what you do to me.”

His mouth possesses her sex, and their coupling becomes a religious experience. He drinks her like holy water, and she prays to gods not even born yet. All the while watching their shadows on a blank wall displaying their story. Their art. The sounds she makes while cumming are hymns that only he understands. Her body undulates and he holds her. With his mouth, tongue and arms. Even in his grip, she has never felt so free. So alive. The Blonde Haired Woman never wants The Dark Haired Man to stop, tasting or loving her.

She believes that he wants to consume her fire. He does everything possible to prove it. Exhausted, he finally draws away from the jewels between her thighs. As the last ripple of her orgasm subsides, he slides his body up the length of hers. They share space on the velvet cushion. He kisses her mouth and she smells her desire on his upper lip. She loves what he’s done to her. What he will continue to do. The Dark Haired Man catches The Blonde Haired Woman’s bottom lip playfully between his teeth, brushing tendrils of her hair away from corn flower blue eyes.

Teasingly she repeats his initial sentiment, “Half your problems would disappear if you were with me.”

I GOT PUBLISHED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


“I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they’re right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.” ― Marilyn Monroe

My short story, On a Hot Summer Night has been published on Ether Books. It will be available for download in approximately 2 weeks. I will give you more information as it becomes available. Ether Books is downloadable on your iPhone or Android phone. Holy shit, I’m so damn excited I could pee!!!!!! Here’s the app information. PLEASE TELL EVERYONE YOU KNOW.

Ajay recently posted this gorgeous photo of a farmhouse. I told him that I could see an entire story unfold in it. I wrote of a young married couple named Tyler and Anna. It was sort of erotic, but mostly sensual. It took me three days to write and revise the story. When I finally posted it, I received great feedback. I read and reread it. I was proud of it, but not overly so.

I spoke with my friend Duncan about some of his short stories that he had published on Ether Books. I asked for details on how to do it and he gladly helped this novice writer find her way. In the meantime, more of his stories were being picked up. I kept downloading and reading them. He’s so damn good, I figured there was no way in hell I would ever get published. Me, a silly woman that has only been writing a little over a year.

I gave in and said what the fuck, it couldn’t hurt to try. After creating an Ether Books account, I submitted my story. Mind you that was a little over a week ago. I checked my Yahoo email account every day expecting the worst. Rejection. Who would have thought that I would receive an acceptance email? My first submission. My first acceptance. Not only will it be available for download on Ether Books in two weeks, but it’s a PAID download.

The first person I told was Duncan. The second was Roger Darling. Then the kids. Then my personal and author page on Facebook. Can’t forget my Twitter account. Last but not least was Rory, my editor. I told him that this was only the beginning. I have stories that I’ve already written that he needs to edit. It’s time for this crazy woman to move forward and submit more.

I promise to let you know when the story is available for purchase. Renee Heath, published author. Who’d a thunk it????

Blue Sapphires and Salt of the Sea-Part III


It is not sex that gives pleasure, but the lover.-Marge Piercy

Looking into her eyes, he asks, “Are you okay?”

She shyly replies, “Of course I am. Sometimes, I just lose myself though. It’s as if there’s some sort of “soul” to my orgasms, some other power besides mere pleasure.”

Holding her close, he breathes in the scent of her hair. She’s familiar. Warm. She cares. They have an undiscovered history. He wants her, and she, him. Why this insatiable desire? He’s not sure.

Sitting up, she grabs the discarded sheet, while making sure to put the comforter around him so that he isn’t chilled. “It is winter after all,” she thinks to herself as she wraps the sheet around herself and gets out of bed saying, “I’ve got to pee and grab something from the kitchen. I’ll be right back.”

He smiles contentedly at her when responding, “I’m not going anywhere love,, take your time.”

Smiling, she stumbles back to the bed to give him a quick kiss before heading to the bathroom. He hears the rush of water as she turns on the faucet to wash her hands. He laughs to himself because he can hear her humming. Then she starts outright singing. Hearing his laughter, she yells “Hey, don’t make fun of my singing! I used to be good, once upon a time,” as she grabs a bottle of wine from the fridge.

He responds with, “you still are good.”

Uncorking the bottle, she walks back to the bedroom and stands in the doorway for a moment. With the light hitting her just right, he suddenly sees her as she used to be when first they met. With his realization, she blushes.

“Come back to bed love,” he whispers.

“I would like nothing better than to do just that,” she responds urgently.

She slides in next to him, and hands him the bottle, a sweet red wine. Perfect. He drinks greedily and then holds the bottle to her mouth while carelessly wiping his chin. She swallows the nectar and swears she can feel the warmth of its buzz spread throughout her body almost instantly. He drinks again before she takes the bottle and places it on the nightstand, after another long pull herself.

Smiling at each other, they kiss and taste the wine on each other’s tongues. She feels his cock harden against her thigh. the kisses become deeper, longer. He places his hand on her left breast and dips his head to taste her erect nipple. She arches her back as her pussy begins to swell and dampen with desire.

Placing her mouth up against his ear, she whispers, “Fuck me.”

He places his mouth on hers and asks, “Why do you want me?”

In response she reaches down between his legs and roughly grabs his hardened organ while saying, “Because I can make you feel like this.”

Sitting up, he leans his back against the headboard as he replies, “You make me feel so much more than just that. You make me feel like I am more, can be more.”

She smiles as she places her legs on either side of his hips and hovers over him momentarily, slowly brushing her clit against his tip in invitation. She kisses him passionately as he enters her.

“I’m going to fuck you slow,” She grunts.

“I’ll let you, for now”, He moans in response.

Moving slowly back and forth, she places her right hand under his chin while almost jamming her tongue into his mouth. He sucks it, while trying to make her move faster. She resists and changes rhythm, starts sliding up and down on his cock.

“Fuck, you’re good,” he says.

“So are you,” she coyly says in rhythm to her motions.

Feeling her pulsing tightness slide up and down his shaft, he can’t stand it anymore, and flips her back onto the bed. He waits a moment before mounting her, thrusting hard, because he knows that’s this is the only way she can truly cum.

“I remember you now,” he pants, “Do you remember me?”

“Yes, I remember,” She says in between breaths, her breasts swaying with each hit, “I always loved fucking you.”

Feeling her orgasm crest, he slams into her with each word said, before leaning over and kissing her neck, just before she pulls his hair and screams his name. Her pussy clamps down and holds his cock inside of her as she writhes through another orgasm. He keeps up the constant stroking. In, out. In, out, as she makes sure to move her hips in time with his.

He implores, “Baby, slow down. You’ll make me cum.”

But she only responds with “I can’t help it. You feel so fucking good. I’m going to cum again.”

“Then cum for me love.”

And she does, while being paralyzed by the force of it. Tears leak from her eyes. Showing concern, he slows his movements.

“Don’t you dare stop, I’m not done yet,” she replies.

Her body relaxes as he keeps moving in and out of her. Pinching his nipples, she smiles as he lets out a gasp.

“Do you want to cum inside of me? Is that what you want?” She asks.

He can barely utter the word, “yes.”

“Then do it.”

Grabbing him, she lays him down and climbs back on top of him. She starts to move slowly again, placing her hands in her hair and leaning back while she grinds. He pushes her hips down as far he can, make her move faster. She reaches behind and begins to caress his balls, feeling that they are drawing up. Getting tighter. She smiles because she knows he is so damn close.

“Cum for me baby, cum for me,” She murmurs.

He lets out an intense sound of pleasure, like she has never heard before. It is like music and primal all at the same time. He shudders and releases his essence into her. Laying her body against his, he lazily wraps his arms around her, while caressing the length of her back. She rolls to one side and gently places her hand over his heart. She feels it begin to slow. Though it is warm, he picks up the bottle of wine, leans up and takes a drink. He holds it for her as she takes a sip as well. After he places it back on the nightstand, she leans up on one elbow. Looking him in the eyes, she smiles, while kissing his lips, cheek and forehead and touching his face.

“Can we do it again?” she asks.

He grins and tucks a piece of her hair behind her ear before saying, “again and again. For as long as you’d like, love.”

Blue Sapphires and Salt of the Sea-Part II

“We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can fly only by embracing each other.” – Luciano De Crescenzo

He told her it was her turn to feel his hands on her body. To taste his kiss. And the warmth of his tongue on her breasts, stomach and clit. He held out his hand. She placed her smaller one in his. His palm felt rough; warm. She felt connection, protection, and want. She closed the gap between them and pressed her nakedness against his. She wrapped her arms around his body and looked up at him. Could feel his hardened cock pressed against her leg. He smiled and looked at her with eyes the color of the Caribbean Sea. It was time for her to swim. To feel the warmth of his sea wash over her. Again.

He spun her around and pushed her playfully toward the bedroom door. She placed her hands on either side of the door jamb,  forcing him to run into her. She released a deep, throaty laugh. He kissed her neck. Her body and sex trembled. That was it, she was his.

He laid her down on the bed.

She said, “love me.”

He kneels beside her and kisses her full scarlet lips. Slides his tongue in her mouth and can still taste his cum from their interlude moments before in the living room. He kisses her neck.

She breathlessly exclaims, “you kiss my neck, and were fucking. ”

He looks up at her and says, “I plan to do just that. First I’m going to taste you. I bet you’re as sweet as your heart.”

He continues kissing her. Her breasts first. She holds her breath. Releases it and sighs. He loves to hear her. She puts her hands in his hair. They travel down to his back and her nails scratch upwards lightly. As he sucks each breast the aureola tighten and the nipples peak. She digs her nails in harder. He bites her left nipple and she cries out. Not from pain, but pleasure and want.

He kisses her belly and she becomes apprehensive. Knows that her body isn’t perfect.

He feels her anxiety, looks up at her and says, “you are beauty personified.”

She relaxes, and all she can say is, “thank you”

His mouth finds her thighs. He kisses them. Licks. Bites. Tastes. Finds she is still the same.

As he gets closer to her sex, she moans and says, ” take me. Love me.”

His mouth covers her petal, and she is gone.

She lays there and feels his warm breath, and his tongue. He lets out little sighs as he eats her pussy.

Tells her, “you do taste sweet.”

She lets go and feels her first orgasm build.

He feels it too and says, “baby, let it come.”

She does. And cries out as her clit pulses. He can feel it on his tongue and he smiles. She becomes so wet and open. He wants to taste more. He doesn’t stop. She cums again. She pleads for him to slow down, but he won’t.

He looks up at her and says, “you are so beautiful when you cum. So beautiful.”

Her breathing is ragged and her mouth dry. All of the moisture in her body goes to her cunt.

She puts her hands on either side of his head as he rolls her hips toward her. Her knees are  close to her face. She can see his mouth on her pussy. Feel his warm and wet tongue.

He looks up from between her thighs and says, “cum for me again.”

As she holds his face in her hands, he kisses, licks, and bites. Her orgasm rises and she cums with such force she presses his mouth to her and screams his name. She doesn’t care who hears.

He lets go of her legs. She is shaking and purring like a kitten. He moves up and lays next to her. Holds her and kisses her forehead. Then pulls the blanket over them. She lays in his arms until the tremors subside.

Blue Sapphires and Salt of the Sea

I want to fill my mouth with your name-Pablo Neruda

He looks into her eyes. They are the color of blue Sapphires. No words are exchanged, for they know each other. From a long forgotten life. They loved each other once. It ended, but neither one of them remembers why.What is it about this chance meeting? Why now?

In an elegantly lit room, she kneels before him and unzips his jeans. She feels him harden as her hand grazes the material of his underwear. She smiles to herself, because she remembers him. The texture, the taste, and the scent. She knows he’s looking down at her. She gazes up at him with her sapphire eyes. They twinkle in the candlelight as she releases him from the prison of his under garments. She takes him into her mouth. Feels his rigidity with her tongue and then wraps her right hand around his shaft. He inhales sharply, his muscles tighten and he mutters dirty words under his breath. She smiles again, for she knows that she has pleased him. And herself. For her this is not about power, but pleasure. His and her’s.

She lets her tongue dance around the tip. Her hand moving in rhythm with her mouth. He puts his right hand on her shoulder, his other under her chin. He lifts her face so he can stare into her eyes while she is giving him head. She releases her hand and takes him into her mouth as far as she can. He puts both of his hands in her hair and pulls it. He becomes harder yet and tries to fuck her mouth. She lets him. She caresses his balls and then squeezes them gently. He keeps uttering dirty words. Telling her what to do. Like she’s forgotten. She knows. Everything.

He pulls out of her mouth and she licks the head. Tastes his cum and sighs. She runs her tongue down the underside all the way to his balls. As she does it, she strokes the head. More cum leaks from it. Making it nice and slippery. She wants to cum but knows that for now she only wants to please him. She wants him to remember, her. What she can do for him.

He tells her to suck his cock. No, he demands it. She complies and works the magic that only she can. Her hand is again moving in time with her  crimson lips. He says, “Look at me.” She does. His face is at peace and war all at once. His eyes are stormy and she knows he is close. He says, “Make me cum.” And she does.

He explodes in her mouth, on her lips and chin. She swallows his essence. He dips two fingers in the cum on her chin and tells her to open her mouth. She greedily sucks them. She looks up at him and says, “You smell and taste of the sea and I want more.” He replies, “Later Love, for now it’s your turn.”

Bring Me To Life

Now that I know what I’m without
You can’t just leave me
Breathe into me and make me real
Bring me to life


Maggie wonders how she got here. She feels Ian’s warm skin on hers. His breath in her ear and her neck. His hands are all over her, then settle between her legs. Ian strokes her gently, like a baby bird. She moves her body to feel his hands touch her. Make her open.

Maggie it is as beautiful as your face.”

She kisses Ian’s neck. Strokes his cheek and traces his lips with her finger tips. Maggie kisses him and licks his lips. Her mouth is dry but her pussy, wet. He gingerly but deliberately forces his tongue into her mouth. She tries not to resist, but her fear makes her anxious. Ian touches her breasts and tells her to relax and that he just wants to love her. Maggie smiles, breathes deeply and exhales slowly.

They put their hands all over each other. Feel raw emotion. Need and want. It feels so good to be wanted. To be touched. Ian wants to fuck her but she is so afraid. So green. Maggie tries to calm herself and savor every moment. She wonders, will this be our only time together?

Frozen inside without your touch
Without your love darling
Only you are the life among the dead

“Ian I am so scared.”

“Maggie, my love, it will be okay. Let me love you.”

She reaches for his cock. Puts her fingers around it and pulls gently. Ian moans her name. Maggie look into his blue eyes and drowns in them. Ian puts one hand on her breast and dips his head to taste the other. He touches her pussy with his other hand. She is wet and open. As she caresses Ian’s cock, pre-cum flows from the head. Maggie releases her grip and puts her hand to her mouth and licks it. He tastes salty but sweet too.

Ian rolls her over onto her back. Maggie opens her legs and he lays between them. She guides him into her. They gasp and shudder at the same time. He moves inside of her. This is Maggie’s first time. There’s pain and pleasure. Fear and euphoria. She moves to meet his thrusts. He kisses her lips. She opens her mouth and sucks his tongue.

Maggie, all I want is this.

Ian, I want it too.

They hold onto each other for dear life. She feels herself tremor and explode from the inside out. She is gasping for air. For more. Of him. Her orgasm vibrates her entire body and his. Ian bites her neck and then cums inside of her. She feels fulfilled. Ian pulls out of her. Maggie touches his face and says thank you. She inhales and all she can smell is the aroma of their lust.

All this time I can’t believe I couldn’t see
Kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
I’ve been sleeping a thousand years it seems
Got to open my eyes to everything
Without a thought without a voice without a soul
Don’t let me die here
There must be something more
Bring me to life


She awakens ready to hunt. As she rises, she feels the loose pine needles dig into her hands and feet. Her nostrils take in the scent of prey. And him. She stands up completely unaware of her nakedness. All she cares about is finding food. And feeding her other, hunger. She runs on feet hardened by the elements. There is no pain felt as she makes her way over rocks and sticks in her path. She is agile, strong and wild in her beauty. She stops, lifts her head, and sniffs the air. There is the scent of rabbit. It is close by. But the draw of his scent is more powerful than her need for sustenance. She continues to run. Her dark hair is strung with leaves, snarls, and twigs. Her blue eyes vibrant, even in the moonlight. Her hands, arms and legs move to push her further; faster.

There he is in her path. The ONE. He is standing there, blonde, brown eyed, and naked. She wants to devour him. For she is starving. But not for food.  There’s a need for touch, want, release. He runs to her. She to him. They pounce. Kiss, lick, bite, and taste. Their coupling is urgent and extreme. They grasp at each other to hold onto the moment for they know it’ll be over too soon. They can’t stay in one place for long or they will become the hunted. Out in this wild world where it is kill or be killed.

After their desire is sated, it is time to feed. With the moon shining above them, they stand and look at one another. He shakes his blonde head at her. She touches his face. They turn and begin to run. Together they will satisfy their need for food. Then feast on each other. Again.

Another Blog Award? Why Thank You!

Sisterhood of the World Blogger’s Award

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I’ve been lucky enough to have been nominated for the “Sisterhood of the World Bloggers Award” by regular reader and fellow blogger Maddie Cochere. I am so honored to have received this nomination from Maddie; thanks so much for including me in your list!

Now let me tell you more about the award:

Rules of the Sisterhood of the World Bloggers Award

  • All recipients need to thank the giver
  • Post 7 things about yourself
  • Pass the award on to 7 other bloggers of their choice and let them know that they have been nominated.
  • Include the logo of the award in a post or on your blog

7 totally random things about me

1. I really want to write erotica and I’m good at it but I don’t want to do it here just in case my mother ends up liking the fact that I write and reads one of my stories. She’d be mortified. Wait, maybe I would do it just so I could mortify her. I like to keep her on her toes with my crazy antics.

2. I drink way too fucking much coffee. I have ADHD so coffee doesn’t bode well with it. I kinda bounce off the walls even more than usual. It’s kinda fun for me but it annoys the hell out of other people.

3. I’m a restless spirit. Not sure why but I never seemed settled. It’s okay though, the ones that love me totally get it and love me anyway.

4. I’m an extremely nice person. I believe in having a good heart, loving and connecting with everyone I come in contact with. But don’t you fucking dare take advantage of me. I may seem like a sweetheart but don’t fuck with me. I will get in your face and tell you off.  Then our connection will be broken. My heart will be too. So don’t hurt me.

5. My husband is a good man and puts up with my craziness. Why in the hell he does, I have no idea. 23 years and he’s still here.

6. I had lasik surgery about six years ago. It was the best money I ever spent. I have to wear readers now. Roger Darling calls them my porn star glasses. Says I look hawt in them. Giggle. Now I want a boob job! They don’t need to be bigger, just lifted.

7. I’ve lost 150 lbs in the last 20 months. It’s not easy to keep it off. But I’m trying really hard to keep it together and not eat like I used to when I weight 325 lbs. I never want go back there again. I’m 44 and darling I am fabulous. Finally!!!

But, enough about me. It’s time to introduce you to some of the most awesome ladies I know.

Awards of Sisterhood of the World’s Bloggers to 7 bloggers

Bucket List Productions

Girl on the Contrary


Fervor and Forever

Jae Lei Nyght

Saints Sisters and Sluts

Writing the Girl

Well, there you go. Now it’s your turn. How about this: I’ve told you 7 new things about me. Why don’t you tell me one or two things about yourself that I don’t know? After all, fair’s fair. 8)

With Her Words She Healed Him

Michelle and Michael touched each other in a way that best friends never should. Then again, they never really did touch. However, for one night they gave each other what they needed because they knew their connection was strong. They knew that they could trust each other. That is until Michelle fell for Michael. She had became lost in his words. She believed him when he said she was beautiful. He awakened her soul and her body. Then, she being the silly girl she was, she swooned so hard, she fell and broke her tender heart.

Michelle was online late one night chatting with friends and playing some boring online solitaire game. She saw Michael’s message pop up and responded to him immediately. It always made her heart skip a beat when she saw the green light appear next to his avatar on her social network page.

“You there?”, he asked.

“Of course I am, aren’t I always?” Michelle responded.

“Want to chat for a bit?”, Michael asked.

What a dumb question for him to ask. Of course she wanted to chat with him. She longed to see his words appear in the private message window. He was her best friend, but she loved him too. A little too much sometimes.

“Honey, you know we never chat for a bit”, she said.

He responded with little smiley emoticons. Then they talked about life. How their families were. What was going on at work. About their idiosyncrasies that their spouses never understood.  For some reason they always “got” each other though.  Michelle thought about how over the years they built a great friendship and a strong emotional bond. Michael felt it too. He’d made sure to tell her as much.

They always bantered sexually. It was typical for them to do that. Michelle always felt safe with him. Needed, necessary, smart, and loved. Like she mattered. Michelle had been drinking vodka, so her tongue, words, and body felt loose. Their messaging turned to more intimate talk. More sexual than usual. More primal.  They discussed their sadness over not being touched in such a long time. Of needing to be needed. Desiring to be desired. They wondered what was wrong with them. They kept questioning why. Then Michelle let the vodka take over and started talking dirty.

Michelle asked, “What are you wearing?”

Michael responded, “Pajama pants. You?”

She said, “I’m fully clothed, but I can take something off if you want.”

He said, “Make yourself comfortable and take everything off.”

She laughed and then typed, “Of course I will, I love being naked.”

He responded, “Great, now I have a hard on.”

“Good”, was all she said in response.

Here she was a little drunk, sitting naked in the living room and chatting with her best friend. For some reason it felt right. Like it’s what she was meant to do. She’d always healed with her body, even if it was virtually.

She asked, “What do you want me to do?”

He said, “I haven’t been touched in so long and neither have you. Let’s take care of each other tonight.”

Michelle was scared but knew that she wanted to please him. To please herself. She longed to have him touch her, make her feel alive. Fuck her. But they belonged to others. Michael loved Michelle, but never felt that spark that comes from love and longing. But this night he longed for her, even if it was virtually. So she gave him what he wanted. And ultimately what she wanted.

Michelle said, “I’ve never done this before, please tell me what to do.”

Michael said, “Talk to me like you usually do. Tell me what you’d do to me if you were here, naked, and in bed with me.”

She did. She told him all the things she would do to him. In vivid detail. She knew that it was affecting him because he had stopped typing.

She asked, “Honey are you still there?”

Michael said, “Of course, but you’ve made me feel so good and I’m so close, I can’t type anymore.”

Michelle said, “Then don’t type. I will. I’ll give you my words and you let go for me. I want you to feel me. Like I’m right there with you.”

She kept typing. She kept telling him things she’d do to him if she was in bed with him. She kept telling him that she loved him and wanted nothing more than to please him. To have him please her. He didn’t type anything for a few minutes, but that was okay. She just kept saying how much she wanted him. A few minutes later,  he typed the sweetest words she’d ever seen.

He said, “Thank you for giving me what I needed. You made me feel incredible.”

Michelle replied, “You know Michael, I’m always here for you. I love you.”

“Now it’s your turn”, he said.

She replied, “No honey, I’m good. Knowing that I helped you. That I made you feel good is pleasure enough for me.”

They said their thank yous, and I love yous.  Promised that what they did would never change their friendship and their bond. That night when Michael signed off,  she was still naked and alone. She re-read her words to him, touched herself and came.

At the crescendo of her orgasm, she  yelled to an empty room in all her nakedness and vulnerability, “Michael, I love you!”

When she was done, she saved their messages and then closed down the computer for the night. Threw on a t-shirt and boy shorts. Poured herself a Ketel One on the rocks and slammed it. Crawled into bed, laid there waiting for the let down of the alcohol and cried herself to sleep.