Whispering Breeze
by Tina Comroe
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Sitting at his computer staring at the screen he starts, as he hears the knock at the door. Getting up and walking through the apartment he stops just in front of the door as he sees a brightly colored envelope halfway under the door... Opening the door he stoops and picks up the envelope and an errant breeze whispers in to carry perfume from the paper to his nose... a faint scent... sweet and musky... also on the wind were whispers... "Come and find me... come and find me..." Opening the envelope there is a card... saturated with what smells like Egyptian musk... and the only words to read are; "I am yours, come and find me." And an address. An eyebrow raises and a smile widens lips. "Well, we will just have to see, won't we." A chuckle and a shrug... and the envelope is set on the entertainment center in the living room... as he goes his way back to the computer... and back to the conversation in the chat room. coldbitch= an envelope??
with a card saturated in musk?? eeeww how tacky= Through his open window the breeze again wafted to his ear... sighing his name and caressing his bare skin... lifting the sheet that covered him, dragging it to the floor... He shivered, as his skin rippled with goose bumps, delicious and teasing... Unseen hands roam his body... teasing his nipples... touching him in ways no one has before... Warmth surrounds his cock... squeezing, pulling... closing his eyes he relaxes into it... letting go... raising his hips to it.. ."Ahh, yesss... mmmm..." His breath bursts between his teeth, and hisses back with indrawn pants... sweat starts out on his skin, cooling him... sending him over the edge as he shudders out his release. --- His eyes open to the sound of the alarm clock... groaning he turns over and ignores the twittering of the clock radio alarm... no good... he turns back and slaps the off button... and flings the sheets wide... and stops... Crimson blooms across his jockeys and has seeped into his sheets and blankets... What??... Stumbling to the bathroom he peels off the shorts and stares in blank astonishment... no holes, no cut...??? Whoa... Shaking his head he steps into the shower, turns on the water and soaps himself down... Standing under the hot water watching the blood rinse down the drain he lets his mind go blank for a bit... not thinking about it, putting it behind him for the day... --- Dressed for work, he stands at the bus stop... only a few minutes to go before the bus arrives... A scent hits his nose... looking up he flares his nostrils wide, looking right and left... where??? who?... It is gone... and a frown replaces confusion... Shrugging it off, he steps up onto the bus and drops the buck fifty in quarters for the fare... walking to the back he sits in the center seat... halfdozing... And wakes to the bus driver shaking him awake... "Hey Dave, it's your stop... you gonna go to work or not..." A breeze wafts through the window... that smell, that voice whispering his name... "Naah, gonna go to a friend's for the day. She needs help with some work clothes shopping for her son... thought I would give a good example..." And in the briefcase is the card... and the address... clear across town... "Which bus gets me to Center and 180th...??" "Where??? Ahh jeeze Dave, why do your friends always live in the creepy parts of town?? You take number 23 and it stops right at the corner... You catch 23 at the downtown junction... Should be there after we get there..." Getting off the Number 23 he steps up to the door, hesitation stopping his hands from knocking at the door of number 30. And knocks anyways... waiting for an answer... The door opens and a little man looks out... Holding up the card, he stares at the man... raising an eyebrow he waits... "Let him in... let him in... don't keep the gentleman waiting Santiago..." Backing up and opening the door the man bows him in... pointing down the hallway to a dimly lit room... His steps echo off the hardwood floors the thin runners barely protecting the wood in their age... An old woman sat in a small chair, upholstered with blue flowers on white... a small black cat sat in her lap... purring... Her eyes were filmed with white and her hands shook as she stroked the cat. She smiled at the sound of his footfalls, turning her head towards the soft sounds of his steps on the rug... "Hello?" His voice rings deeply in the small room... and the small cat looks up at him and meows. A voice gently turns him around... "She cannot answer you... her voice is gone." A woman stands there in front of him... golden hair, white skin... blue eyes... strange eyes... like looking onto rippling water... His eyes widen pupils dilating, his nostrils flare at the scent. Musk... flowing around him like smoke. She steps forward... and he looks down at her eyes... those rippling blue eyes, and steps forward to meet her... Taking her hand he bows to it... kissing her palm. "Milady, you sent me the card??" "Of course... do you like the scent??" "Of course. Where do we go from here, Milady?" She smiled... "Where do you want to go?" |
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