Sunday, October 5, 2008

Fiction: A Single Moment

“When are you coming downtown to see me? It’s been too long.” 

The words send an unexpected frisson of excitement through me.  My breath quickens, my eyes close. 

I imagine a dreary day, much like today.  We’re standing in a secluded area somewhere downtown. It’s a narrow alleyway, perhaps. Quiet, deserted. Tall brick walls rise on three sides of us. Traffic whishes softly on the street, but the sidewalk is deserted, the weather having chased most pedestrians indoors or to their cars.

My back is to you as I speak, looking at something, pointing it out. You move behind me, quietly, but I sense your approach as palpably as if we're connected by a taut, invisible cord. You are so close I feel the heat of your breath against my ear. For a moment we stand together like that, savoring the longing between us, not quite touching, savoring the tension. 

Finally, you lower your lips to my neck and softly kiss me there. I sigh.  You grow bolder, folding your arms around my waist.  You press your body against mine and nibble the skin of my neck. Tingles of pleasure surge through my core like bolts of lightning.  I gasp. 

 The desire is too strong. I shouldn’t have come here.  I knew so even when I agreed to meet you.  I knew my visit wasn’t only about old friends reuniting, old souls reconnecting. It was about this, this desire, this passion, this feeling of fulfillment, of complete understanding between souls, of pleasure too long denied—none of which, perhaps, should ever have been cast aside.  All of it rolled into an electric bundle of emotion that leaves our nerve-endings zinging with the possibility of what might have been. Of what might yet be. 

I turn around and wrap my arms around your neck, my mouth meeting yours.  Overcome by your own passion, you force me backward until I’m trapped between you and the wall, two strong and insurmountable forces that bind me, refusing me quarter.  Your hardness presses against my softness, urging me, coaxing me into submission.  Your hands caress my hair, my face and neck.  They slide over my body, beneath my shirt, across the sensitive skin of my midriff to my breasts, molding them to your palms. 

In the misty drizzle, I kiss along your jawline to nibble at your earlobe and along your neck. I love to bite you, to feel your flesh between my teeth, to taste the flavor of you on my tongue. I love to be bitten by you until I shiver and moan.  The sensation of your body against mine is bliss. 

The rain comes harder now, pelting our bodies. Our lips meet again, and I taste the rain on your mouth, cool droplets mixed with moist heat.  I drink you up, parched and needy.  When you  pull away, I moan plaintively.  You smile, your hips still pressed against mine.  We stand like that a moment, catching our breath, our foreheads touching, our pounding hearts bound between us. 

Tenderly, you take my hand, lace your fingers through mine and lead me out of the alley. The moment is too soon over, but there will come another. 

Because one always does.

Sunday, January 13, 2008

What kept you busy when you were a kid?

I read a lot. 

 I played piano. tried to teach myself ballet and clarinet. 

 Played Encyclopedia Brown "pretend" (you know, role playing) with the neighbor boys (why did i always mostly have guy friends???) 

 Explored the very tiny strip of woods near our house to the very edges of its borders (about a block big). 

 Rollerskated in the basement with my best friend, Kathy, to the Olivia Newton John album (yes, vinyl), Physical. 

 Pretended the living room floor was a morass of molten rock, and pretended I floated on a raft created from a green rectangular ottoman after I had amputated its legs. 

 Watched Creature Feature on Saturday afternoons. And Son of Svengoolie Saturday night, right after Dance Fever with Denny Terrio. (Did I just date myself?)  

And my all-time favorite: pointed an 8x10 mirror toward the ceiling, pressed right up against my middle so I couldn't see the floor. Then, I looked down into the mirror and tried to walk around the house, perceiving the ceiling as the floor. Trickier than it sounds. And kinda weird, too, now that I think about it! 

My sister is 10.5 years younger than me, so I was basically an only child. 

Oh, the things children come up with to keep themselves busy...

Friday, January 4, 2008

If only it were just bad gas...

Let's see. What's happened this week, so far? 

 1. Wednesday, my car stopped working. I had to pay $1000 to have it fixed and $30 for a rental. I got my car back Wednesday night and drove it to work Thursday morning. It stopped working again. My dad took it in to another repair shop, and they said they couldn't find anything wrong with it. Maybe it's just bad gas, or moisture in the gas tank. Will have to see what the next days bring. 

 2. My fish died. and for the grand prize ball-buster: 

 3. My husband has kidnapped my son. Yes, you read that right. And yes, I'm dead serious. He e-mailed his lawyer this morning, the day they are due back from Germany, and said that they are staying in Germany, thus violating the Hague Convention. I've made phone calls left and right and can't locate them. He's in a shitload of trouble, if he can be found, AND if the German government agrees to cooperate. So much for my positive outlook on the New Year. 

 Yay 2008!

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

Some Snowy Pics of the New Year

It's a new year, and a time for new beginnings. I've learned lots of lessons in 2007, and have even reclaimed control of my life in a way I would never have imagined ten years ago. 2007 was a year of doors opening. I'm hoping 2008 will be the gateway to new paths and new adventures of personal development and spiritual awakenings. And, of course, a healthy romance or two! (Did you note the "healthy" part???)

I've spent the last two weeks sick as a dog. Today is the first day I've felt good in a long time, physically and emotionally. In fact, I'm feeling nearly inspired. Isn't that a great way to start off the New Year? Inspired? Perhaps I'll soon feel energetic enough to start writing again. Wow. Imagine that... To bad NaNoWriMo is already past...

My son is spending the holidays with his father in Germany. He's been gone about 10 days, now, and I miss him terribly. He's due back in Chicago on Friday, and supposed be back in my care on Saturday. Hopefully that will happen without incident.

It's recently snowed a lot, and I snapped these photos of our backyard and sent them to my wonderful love bug of a son in an email a few minutes ago. As beautiful as Germany is, I'm so happy to be back home in the States for good.