Anticipation

Many, many years ago I somehow inherited a tatty, well-read little paperback book entitled I, A Woman. It wasn’t the best written piece of literature, but it was stunning in its directness and I read it a number of times…

One of the startling pieces of the book, to me, was the location of one of the many assignations. This story is an attempt to re-imagine the place, if nothing else. There is a chance of course that memory fails me, and in fact this all happened in a different book. :-)

Perhaps it was just the weather.

He didn't kiss like a geek, or like a pervert. His lips were soft and slightly cool, dry, and very nice. He didn't seem to be in any sort of a rush, and just put his effort into kissing.

I have never sent a message to the author before... but I loved this story. I wish it had been longer, and not skipped over their second visit... but it was great.

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Welcome back; you have been missed. As usual, the story made me want to anticipate better than I have been doing.

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Lovely. Two thumbs up. You have to write more

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Another fine and unusual story well told.

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That was hot.

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Loved it.

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Missed you, this was great and now I'm anticipating.

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Damn good story GBF, very nicely done. Clever ending too. Thanks for sharing another story with us.

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i love the tone. it is great to see smiles in words...

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It's like one of those little Mozart piano pieces, that he seemingly tossed off in five minutes. Delightful.
   You can't say 'tossed off' in here. :-) -G