Unfortunately, i forgot to post my No Kiss post on January 2 as i was enjoying my break from using the P.C. But for more information on this nice contest, here's a really cool blog to visit here. A big thank you to Frankie Diane Mallis, the owner of the blog who also extended the contest. You can also check out her cool pages.
Sooooo, here's my story on a grace to grass footballer who is reunited with his high school sweetheart (who is now a successful painter by profession) after he had jilted her for fame and fortune.......enjoy.
THE REUNION
She shook
her head. She got out the heated pizza slices and almost flung it on the table, in
annoyance. How could he have thought I
didn’t take it seriously? Night after night, I cried as I thought it was true
that I was a bad painter until I made a vow to work on my painting and prove
him wrong, she thought. Seeing her changed disposition, he reached for her
hand and caressed it, while he spoke.
“I’m not saying this because
this is the right thing to say. I admit, I was a pig, a jerk and whatever vile
name you can think of. From the bottom of my heart, I’m sorry I said those mean
words. You can’t compare the mind of a 19 year old with a 31 year old. And as
for what you said concerning my marriage, it was built on lies. I can’t explain
the details now. My naivety and stupidity got the best of me. Even my team
mates can attest to the temptations they face. But, that is not an excuse and I
am ready to face whatever punishment you feel will help you move on. Mercedes,
I am very sorry and believe it or not, I never stopped thinking of you.”
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Her cheeks
became flustered. Dale had tears in his eyes as he spoke. A clear indication of his
honesty. Her heart suddenly leapt out to him. The stroking movements of his
hand made her shudder. She averted her eyes.
“Mercedes, please take this
from a man who has seen life. I shouldn’t even have anything to do with women
after what I’ve been through” And with that, he left her hand and walked to the
window. A garden and a fence occupied his view but he wasn’t looking as his
mind had wandered. Looking at his bare back, she was tempted to run her fingers
on them. Her hand still sizzled from his hot touch.
“Dale” she said, thinking of
how to tell him, she had already forgiven him.
He turned around, folding
his arms, his demeanor changing.
“You have forgiven me.
There’s no need to pretend. I can see it in your eyes. Besides, why would you
have bailed me, in the first place? Don’t forget I know you. Standing there,
dripping wet from a shower and wearing nothing but a sheer gown...”
She eyed
him, feeling the embarrassment take over. Her strong girl persona had been rubbished.
How could she forget that he knew her, even more than she knew herself? Was she
coming on too strongly? Wasn’t she supposed to make him, her love slave? Before
she could sort out her feelings, he had stormed over to her and grabbed her by
the waist, looking into her eyes, his mouth, inches away from hers, their
breaths meshing together. The way, he grabbed her, sent a warm electric current
flow, through her body. His now raging erection had pressed into her. She
imagined the sweet taste of his mouth on hers. Unconsciously, she placed a hand
on his cheek.
“No need to be embarrassed.
I want you twice as much. God, I am at my control’s edge of taking you right
here on the table”
Her heart
seemed to flutter with joy. She wasn’t frigid after all.
Kiss
me, dammit, she thought. He closed his eyes, tightening his
hand on her waist, fighting the urge to cup her beautiful, round buttocks. Her
scent enthralled his nostrils, causing his erection to thicken, more than
before. He used a finger to rub her seductive pout, remembering the games they
played, as teens. The temptation to make love to her was deliciously
irresistible. She taunted every bit of his senses.
“I don’t want to take
advantage of you. We just met again after all these years” he continued. She
begged him with her eyes. She was now flowing with wet abandon. The
anticipation was becoming unbearable. She had kissed him before and as a teen,
so why was it now hard? Her hands now held his well carved biceps for support. Please, Dale, Kiss me, she thought. No, No, don’t let go. He was releasing
her from his grip, while shaking his head, rapidly. What if she’s using me?, he thought, getting away from her.
Postscript: This is a Romance WIP of mine. So, it's still rough. But, do please comment on what should be added or subtracted. Thanks.
Time to shake something...have a lovely weekend, everyone. Do not overindulge, don't drink and drive, don't fight with your spouses and above all, do spend some time with your spouse (after the writing time, that is). Bye. 
