Short Story: Instrument Of Passion

Short Story: Instrument Of Passion

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They hadn’t long met. It wasn’t what you’d describe as love at first sight, it was more a getting to know you, friends become lovers, one thing leads to another kind of relationship. And it had.

Now they found themselves, each weekend, on his boat, a narrowboat. A boat that described the relationship that had evolved, a relaxed, going-with-the-flow, easy kind of a relationship. A relationship that asked no questions, that had no plans.

She loved their time on the boat together, to her it was a place where time ceased to exist, a place where they and time entwined, where nothing mattered except the here and the now.

She loved the way they lay on the bed together, listening to the lapping of water as it gently rocked them back and forth.

She loved the way he caressed the curves of her female form, the way he stroked her neck, and touched her.

She enjoyed the deep sensual arousal of him surrounding her, cupping her in his hands and the way he placed his lips on hers. His tongue flicking between the moist parting that offered no resistance.

She felt his body close to hers, his warmth, his strength.

She moved to his every touch as he pressed against her. His fingers gently probing and exploring every part of her, causing her to release breathless sounds that she wished would never end.

She knew the climax was sure to come, both wanting it to happen. Then as one it did, she felt his chest expand, his deep intake of breath, as the moment of no turning back enveloped them, she yielded to him as with gentle passion he exploded into her the air that produced those dreamy haunting notes of the Baker Street sax solo.

She loved their Sunday morning sax together…..