JackBNimble
10-12-2006, 10:26 AM
Broad Street by Lily of Va
She lay back on the couch looking out the huge open windows of her studio apartment.
The place was huge. Old. Hardwood floors in desperate need of refinishing and the furniture she had barely made the rooms look full. It has a certain empty charm to it.
She had a fireplace as tall as the wall and over the mantle, tons of candles she kept lit at night Incense burning and music playing were a given on nights like this. Lonely nights and no desire to talk to anyone, go anywhere or do anything. She wanted to lay back and indulge in her nothingness. Her sadness, her feeling of being lost. After all, she was feeling. Just because it wasn’t all rosy didn’t mean it meant any less…
She was wearing a long white shirt with buttons. Only one button was done, and the shirt was terribly big for her, but so so soft…perfect to throw on after a shower...as she had done earlier.
She stretched her long legs out over the sofa and lay back on a little throw pillow in the corner and lit a cigarette and closed her eyes to let the music settle into her and concentrate on the warm , yet slight breezes flowing in every so often from the huge screen less open windows that looked down onto the not so safe part of the city below her.
What a strange girl she was. Nothing about her was as anyone thought. She was social and likeable to many, but deep down, could have contently lived without ever spoken to another soul again and wouldn’t have thought twice of it if that’s the way it had to be. She thrived in her alone time. Images of different lives danced in her mind…one of which she used to live.
Just below the huge open windows was a flower shop. The smell of the city mixed with fresh flowers wafted in on the late summer air and brought with it the sounds of the music from passing cars and troublesome teenagers that stood on the street corner. All sounds that were familiar and strangely comforting to her.
She reached for her glass and sipped the inexpensive but sweet blush wine. She glanced over to the windows and patiently waited for what was left of the sun to disappear in to the sky so the Goddess moon could take over, welcome darkness and provide a cool break from the warm day.
As she reached the bottom of her glass and her third cigarette was burning out in the ashtray, she decided to get up and stretch her long body. She walked to the windows and bent over to look onto the street below. The flower shop was closed for the day, and so all the flowers were brought inside…but the troublesome teenagers had seemed to multiply along with the noise level. Darkness had fallen, and with it…all the elements of night came with it…
She walked to the mantle and lit half a dozen candles and called her lover. She knew the chance was slim, but she couldn’t stand another night without him. Few words let her tell him of her loneliness and desire to feel him near. He made no promises, but said he would try to come to her later in the night.
She felt enough comfort in his words to settle herself and took to the sofa and stretched out for the wait.
Sometime in the night, she heard noise and woke quickly. She glanced around and figured that is was simply ruckus from the young people outside the window…or so she thought. All but one of her candles had burned out, so there was only a hint of light in the huge room…and just outside of the light he stood, watching her, and waiting for her to focus.
When she realized he was there, she relaxed down and her world calmed knowing of his mere presence, much less the affirmation that he would make love to her before she was able to sleep again…this time, in his arms.
She stood up and went to him...gently taking his hands in hers and guiding him back to the sofa. She kept her body as close to his as she could get, and slowly undressed him from top to bottom…throwing in small kisses and caresses along the way.
No words.
She slowly unbuttoned the single button that was done on her shirt as she stood before him and let him watch her. As she crawled into his lap, he slid his hands up and down her sides…feeling the softness of her smooth bare skin…gently moving her shirt up and down with the motions of his hands and then, without warning, using it to pull her into him…before slipping it off her shoulders to expose her breasts…petite, firm and attentive…just craving his lips and tongue…
She sat up on her knees, and gently eased down onto him...feeling herself fill up with him and rocking back and forth ever so slowly to get just the perfect fit. Her hips were grinding into him as her breasts softly passed his lips and tongue that were so eager to tend to them…
Together they created a slow, sensual rythym that ultimately led to a powerful mutual climax that tensed his body and shook hers…
She relaxed down and lay her head on his shoulder and let him caress her hair. She was content. Satisfied by his presence alone, much less the sexual release she had just experienced…
She woke in the morning to the sunlight streaming in the large windows of Broad Street. Each ray fighting for it’s place and right to bring her back to life…to daytime...to reality…
He was gone. She didn’t recall him leaving, nor falling asleep. It could have been a dream…
She was curled up on the sofa, shirt on the floor, a soft sheet tucked around her warm naked body and she could close her eyes and still feel him there…so it was no dream at all..
Another day.
She lit a cigarette, finished off the sip of warm wine still left in the glass and listened to the sounds of the traffic on Broad Street.
She lay back on the couch looking out the huge open windows of her studio apartment.
The place was huge. Old. Hardwood floors in desperate need of refinishing and the furniture she had barely made the rooms look full. It has a certain empty charm to it.
She had a fireplace as tall as the wall and over the mantle, tons of candles she kept lit at night Incense burning and music playing were a given on nights like this. Lonely nights and no desire to talk to anyone, go anywhere or do anything. She wanted to lay back and indulge in her nothingness. Her sadness, her feeling of being lost. After all, she was feeling. Just because it wasn’t all rosy didn’t mean it meant any less…
She was wearing a long white shirt with buttons. Only one button was done, and the shirt was terribly big for her, but so so soft…perfect to throw on after a shower...as she had done earlier.
She stretched her long legs out over the sofa and lay back on a little throw pillow in the corner and lit a cigarette and closed her eyes to let the music settle into her and concentrate on the warm , yet slight breezes flowing in every so often from the huge screen less open windows that looked down onto the not so safe part of the city below her.
What a strange girl she was. Nothing about her was as anyone thought. She was social and likeable to many, but deep down, could have contently lived without ever spoken to another soul again and wouldn’t have thought twice of it if that’s the way it had to be. She thrived in her alone time. Images of different lives danced in her mind…one of which she used to live.
Just below the huge open windows was a flower shop. The smell of the city mixed with fresh flowers wafted in on the late summer air and brought with it the sounds of the music from passing cars and troublesome teenagers that stood on the street corner. All sounds that were familiar and strangely comforting to her.
She reached for her glass and sipped the inexpensive but sweet blush wine. She glanced over to the windows and patiently waited for what was left of the sun to disappear in to the sky so the Goddess moon could take over, welcome darkness and provide a cool break from the warm day.
As she reached the bottom of her glass and her third cigarette was burning out in the ashtray, she decided to get up and stretch her long body. She walked to the windows and bent over to look onto the street below. The flower shop was closed for the day, and so all the flowers were brought inside…but the troublesome teenagers had seemed to multiply along with the noise level. Darkness had fallen, and with it…all the elements of night came with it…
She walked to the mantle and lit half a dozen candles and called her lover. She knew the chance was slim, but she couldn’t stand another night without him. Few words let her tell him of her loneliness and desire to feel him near. He made no promises, but said he would try to come to her later in the night.
She felt enough comfort in his words to settle herself and took to the sofa and stretched out for the wait.
Sometime in the night, she heard noise and woke quickly. She glanced around and figured that is was simply ruckus from the young people outside the window…or so she thought. All but one of her candles had burned out, so there was only a hint of light in the huge room…and just outside of the light he stood, watching her, and waiting for her to focus.
When she realized he was there, she relaxed down and her world calmed knowing of his mere presence, much less the affirmation that he would make love to her before she was able to sleep again…this time, in his arms.
She stood up and went to him...gently taking his hands in hers and guiding him back to the sofa. She kept her body as close to his as she could get, and slowly undressed him from top to bottom…throwing in small kisses and caresses along the way.
No words.
She slowly unbuttoned the single button that was done on her shirt as she stood before him and let him watch her. As she crawled into his lap, he slid his hands up and down her sides…feeling the softness of her smooth bare skin…gently moving her shirt up and down with the motions of his hands and then, without warning, using it to pull her into him…before slipping it off her shoulders to expose her breasts…petite, firm and attentive…just craving his lips and tongue…
She sat up on her knees, and gently eased down onto him...feeling herself fill up with him and rocking back and forth ever so slowly to get just the perfect fit. Her hips were grinding into him as her breasts softly passed his lips and tongue that were so eager to tend to them…
Together they created a slow, sensual rythym that ultimately led to a powerful mutual climax that tensed his body and shook hers…
She relaxed down and lay her head on his shoulder and let him caress her hair. She was content. Satisfied by his presence alone, much less the sexual release she had just experienced…
She woke in the morning to the sunlight streaming in the large windows of Broad Street. Each ray fighting for it’s place and right to bring her back to life…to daytime...to reality…
He was gone. She didn’t recall him leaving, nor falling asleep. It could have been a dream…
She was curled up on the sofa, shirt on the floor, a soft sheet tucked around her warm naked body and she could close her eyes and still feel him there…so it was no dream at all..
Another day.
She lit a cigarette, finished off the sip of warm wine still left in the glass and listened to the sounds of the traffic on Broad Street.