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I've never been nervous around her before. She has that gift of putting most people at ease, and I was no exception. I'm not easily rattled. But what has made me tense is the pull of a siren call into uncharted waters.

 

She is a friend. We have much in common. A similar outlook on life, similar tastes. Shared personality traits. We clicked from the very first moment. We talk for hours, and we talk often.

 

I've made friends of many ladies in this hobby. But she's different. She's just a friend. A friend who also just happens to be an escort. And just being friends has always been OK with us.

 

But I now feel a certain undercurrent, a certain tension when I'm with her. We share the simple pleasure of the mutual tease, the subtle and sometimes not so subtle flirting that we do with each other. I also feel it in the way she touches my forearm when we talk, and the way we lean in conspiratorically, very closely, when we share secrets. We've always done these things. We come by this flirting naturally, it's in our respective natures. It would amuse us and this tease always ran like water off of a swan's back, immediately forgotten. But now, the words do more than just entertain. They have edged past my defences and have found their way to my heart and regions south.

 

I've dreamt about being with her. And I'm dreaming of her right now. I dream of coming to her door, her having made herself ready for me. Her ritual of bath, makeup, lotion and perfume. Her donning her battle armor of the most ethereal and filmy nothings, lace and translucency fashioned from the finest of fabrics. And she greets me at the door, her smile broad, her easy grace melting the hard expression on my face from the stress of my day. I hesitate for a moment. I stand at the precipice. Our friendship will take on a new dimension. I step forward into the abyss, and cross the Rubicon. We share a long anticipated embrace.

 

Her body is warm and soft as I pull her close, looking into those eyes I know so well. They glitter with anticipation now, as I close my eyes and we kiss. I'm gentle, I'm tentative. Our mouths open and our tongues touch and probe, the tension building as we feel the slickness and the warmth. Our tongues coupling, mimicking in minature the pleasures our bodies will soon be sharing. We continue for some time, lost in the moment.

 

I finally speak. "Hey." My capacity for easy patter is momentarily gone. Luckily, there's no more need for words. We move together, and walk into the bedroom as one. We stop beside the bed, and I can't believe I'm finally doing this. I take her in my arms again, and taste her lips.

 

Kissing her is glorious. I could see spending the entire time in her arms and in her face, gently savoring the experience. But I finally move on, carefully sliding her short robe off of her soft shoulders, letting it slip to the ground. I kiss that delightful skin, smelling the faint aroma of her soap. I lightly brush my lips against her neck, skimming my teeth lightly over the gently elastic skin, and reach her ear. I ever so gently nip her earlobe with my lips, gingerly blowing hot breath into her ear.

 

She looks up, and her eyes meet mine. She smiles, and the tide turns in an instant. There is an animal look in her eyes as she sizes me up for just a fraction of a second. She lunges, puts her mouth on mine, hungrily chewing my lips. Thrusting her tongue into my mouth, probing. There is no subtlety or pretense any more, only raw animal passion. I slip one of the straps of her camisole off her shoulder and pull it down, wondering if it is going to tear.

 

One perfect creamy breast is exposed, the pink icecap of her nipple the summit of a snowy white mountain. I roughly push her down on the bed, her face registering surprise and then pleasure as I pounce on her breast, firmly cupping it with my hand, kneading, as I nimbly chew her nipple. She closes her eyes and breathes heavily, a low moan barely escaping her lips.

 

We explode into action. Our remaining clothes come off in a blur, flying into the air and landing every which way on the floor, scattering like autumn leaves. The gloves are off now figuratively, along literally with every other stitch of our clothing. We throw our arms around each other, our hands roaming and kneading, our mouths on each other. She deftly and smoothly puts me off balance. I land on the bed, my mouth making an O of surprise as my back strikes the mattress. She strikes, leaping onto me, her hands gripping my wrists firmly. She places her weight on me, straddling my hips. She has me right where she wants me. And with a shark's grin of a smile and a gleam of her eyes, she starts to rub herself on my erection. I see her eyes get that faraway glaze as I struggle against my bound wrists and her exquisite teasing.

 

As they say, when violation is inevitable, lie back and enjoy it. And though I can't easily get up, I can still thrust and rub back, with quick, short, and brisk tilts of my hips. And a few minutes of this and she shivers and freezes, finding her way home with a high-pitched cry.

 

She's been distracted. It's my moment to move. I roll, putting her on her back. It is her turn to be surprised. And my hands come free in the confusion, and I take her wrists in my hands as I enter her. The hunter has become the hunted. She bucks, she moans, she calls out to her inner demons and her personal gods. And I slip the surly bonds of this earth as I wheel and soar and swing high into the sunlit silence. One last thrust, and I touch the face of God.

 

I'm exhausted, and we both pant, clad in our light cloak of sweat from a challenge well met. I lie back with a smile, and I close my eyes. And a moment later..

 

...I open my eyes. And see the empty room around me, the computer screen glowing back coldly at me, my skin dry and cool. For this was all in my imagination, a pleasant diversion on a spring afternoon. It was only a fantasy, though one that was so real and so close I could almost feel her touch on me, smell her perfume.

 

A wiser person than I pointed out that you only go around in this life once. That you should take every opportunity to do whatever makes you happiest. Now that I think about it, it was her. And somehow, I have a feeling that she'll back me up on this one. My nervousness is gone now.

 

I pick up my phone.

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Bird.....wow....I guess English is not your first language...hehehehe

 

man oh man.......you should send some of this stuff to Harlequin Romance......you could make some extra cash.....

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I realy enjoyed this read truly I did not think it was a dream till the end. Very sexy and well done I agree you should write romance novels cause that was hot. Now excuse me I need a cold shower :P

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Well written text, excellent use of words and phrasing. Pulls the reader in, moves them along a thematic vision and then, wham.

 

Concur with antlerman, consider writing as a possible income stream.

 

Perhaps in the future we can look forward to an Alexiss/Birdboy collaboration??

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How easy it is to get lost in your words...so arousing...so expressive. Dreams such as those are the ones you want to hold onto and never forget. Dreams are another of our subconscious truths. Simply lovely.

 

alexis...xoxo

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Thank you everyone, for your delightful praise! It's response like this that makes it all worthwhile.

 

Ah, Jolie. Glad you enjoyed it. Need help with your back getting scrubbed in that cold shower? :wink:

 

Moonshadow, welcome to the dark side. We'll have you mainlining on Silhoutte romances in no time. Remember, the first taste is free. :sm185:

 

Antlerman and Mutau, the Diaries are just a little bit of fun for me. It's my other writing that keeps a roof over my head.

 

And Alexis.. I could be lost in your charms while you were lost in my words. Perhaps Mutau is on to something with that collaboration idea. :grin:

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I I pointed out that you only go around in this life once. That you should take every opportunity to do whatever makes you happiest.

 

What a great chronicle. Love these stories. It took me half a lifetime to realize "life is short" so sieze the opportunities now - as long as it does not hurt anyone else in the process.

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What a great chronicle. Love these stories. It took me half a lifetime to realize "life is short" so sieze the opportunities now - as long as it does not hurt anyone else in the process.
Yes indeed, diems should be carpe'd. Thanks, reddog. Just think for a moment, what opportunities are you letting pass you by now?

 

You, my Dear, are what is commonly known as "A Good Read" - thank you for your words, I really felt them. :bowdown:
Thank you, Dorinda! That's much nicer than the accolades I read last week, scribbled on a bathroom stall wall. "Birdboy gives good word- 555-1212". :lol:

 

I'm all over the collaboration...great idea!! :)
Ah, Alexis. A collaboration with you would be divine. Let's do lunch and discuss all the possibilities.... :)

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