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Once More Into The Fray.

Her Story

Del sat nervously waiting at the bar... 
Glancing up now and then to check whether or not her date had arrived yet. Couldn't help but wonder yet again, why she was here at all and how she'd let Brea talk her into agreeing to meet him in the first place. It was ridiculous she thought, surely she was far too old for this sort of carry on? As her eyes had flitted restlessly to the young people surrounding her, dressed in even less finery than she remembered wearing at their age. The music came through loud and insistent from the next room, blasting into the comparative quiet every time the doors had opened. It sounded primal, urgent, with a throbbing sexual beat that stirred the blood and called like Pan's pipe. A very wicked Pan...as she'd glanced down and seen her rebellious foot keeping rhythm of its own accord.
I guess there really is no fool like an old fool. The thought had tumbled into her brain, but it was enough. Standing now, she took one more quick look around then resolutely picked up the small glass of liquid courage and downed it in one hit. Deciding then and there to get her ass back home where it belonged and forget the whole damned thing.

Almost made it she thought, when she'd felt the touch of his hand on her arm. Looking up and into the mirror behind the bar, she'd caught her breath and nearly swooned.
Only to laugh instead, just from the sheer joy of seeing him again.
Saw them caught in a moment to the exclusion of all around them, reflected back from the glass; he tall and striking, still fit and strong even with the silver wings over his ears now. It had only added to his sheer presence, and those laughing eyes she remembered well. The specs were a nice addition and that sensual wicked mouth did nothing to hide the sheer masculinity of his handsome face. Good Lord, the things that flitted suddenly through her mind, making her ache down deep and think of things she'd not thought of in years...

He was dressed in a very expensive lightweight suit, with a crisp cotton shirt open at the throat. He wore it with a practiced abandon, a self confident assuredness that oozed from every pore. He had kept himself fit, the body beneath looked hard lean and uncompromising...like he'd have the stamina and drive to go all night long... She shook her head, where on earth had that come from? Yet he seemed oblivious to the hungry eyes he drew while she struggled to remember how to breathe and find her balance for her shattered equilibrium.

Del watched through lowered lashes as he looked her over and was pleased by the appreciative tell in his eyes, the answering grin. She stood tall too, but not quite as tall as him, a little curvier now than the once slim beanpole she'd been way back when, her hair still dark for the most part hanging loose and lush down her back. Though her face, or so she'd been told, still looked the same with a softness that Dave had said was always her most attractive feature. Dark brown eyes with just a hint of mascara, as she'd felt too nervous to experiment with more, having long since forgotten the fine art of applying makeup. A few lines at the edges of her eyes too, her life and laughter lines Dave had called them. High cheekbones and full lips that she painted the same red as her dress. It clung in all the right places and was made of a soft stretchy fabric that draped in lovely folds from the halter neck down over the swells of her breasts, before nipping in at the waist and flaring out over her hips to end just above the knees. Legs still shapely and long were nude and she'd finished the look with a pair of high soft suede black heels that matched the small clutch she held in one hand.

Turning into his waiting arms, her nipples puckering stiffly as he drew her in, the soft hairs on the back of her neck rising, her skin suddenly sensitive as she felt his smile against her cheek. She made an effort to still the tremor at his soft breath against her ear and his murmured. "Hello Del, you're still just as beautiful as I remember"

Such innocuous little words, yet they made her feel weak at the knees and had her laughing and blushing at the same time.

Del had not seen Alistair Daniels since she was twenty-three. A lot of miles between and water under the bridge, and yet here they were, standing surreal in a mutual fog of nostalgia. Distorting the present with recollections of another time and place.

She never remembered what she'd replied to him, just that he'd taken her arm and led me from the bar to a quaint restaurant nearby. Where they sat and chatted into the night, reminisced about days gone by and attempted to fill in the blanks for the years between. She became aware of the interminable ache to be filled, and not by the boy of yesterday, but by the intriguing man before her, who captivated her with his voice, his words, his light touches. A tall dark stranger in a familiar package. They'd been lovers once, then discovered they enjoyed each others friendship more. Yet it was somehow different now. A subtle something that had flared like a match in the darkness, making them both keenly aware of what was to come. Yet as if by mutual concession, they relaxed into the flirtation of senses, enjoying the building anticipation, patiently keen to draw out the lovely expectation of more.

Alistair talked of a marriage that had ended in divorce a few years back when his wife had fallen for someone else. The two sons and the daughter, all grown up and living their own lives. She smiled as she listened, hearing his voice soften with love for them. She talked of Dave and losing him, her sadness at never having a piece of him in a baby they might have made together. He'd touched her hand as she had tried a smile and said it hadn't mattered, not really... Then he'd spoken of people and places he'd met and seen and she'd been caught up in it all.
She could have listened to him all night, his voice had deepened from the young man she'd once known as she fell into the abyss and was lulled...

Then he'd taken her hand as he led her to his car, opened the door only to block it with his body and pull her flush against him. He was hot. The heat of him dispelling the cool early morning air, only to feel every delicious inch of him press against her softness. His mouth at her throat and that soft chuckle as he breathed against her skin ...and finally his mouth on hers, demanding, thrilling...


TBC....

His Story

It had been years since he'd heard from Delwyn...though once in a blue moon he'd thought of her.

Gabriel's Mile

Chapter 2.

            Gabriel became Thomas the minute he enfolded Mina into his arms. With her touch, every memory, every moment ever shared between her and her dead husband passed instantly to him. He simply was Thomas.

She clung to him desperately as he held and stroked her gently, murmuring words of endearment and comfort while she cried, too overcome as yet for words. But he could slow time for Mina. Give her every minute; every second and every millisecond of what there was of it that remained. He would use it all so she would not awaken from this reality, to be yet again old and alone. Never again.

     And then he allowed Thomas, the essence of Thomas to come through. Smiling now as he watched the colors and energy of the love these two had once shared expand and fill the space between and around them. Watched, as it grew bigger still mushrooming outward, pulsing like a beacon as pure light and power converged. They were simply glorious.

If only mankind could harvest but a fraction of the energy of their emotions, there’d be no need for the constant search for a sustainable source. Yet they did not even realize the enormous potential of the life force that powered up from the moment of conception. Nor did they see it drain away from it’s casing in that instant of death; dispersing like dust to the four winds. Didn’t see. Couldn’t, wouldn’t see, until the very end that very same energy all around them, had always been there. That all living things were simply part of the stream of connected consciousness, flowing throughout the universe. For humanities vanities and variants dictated their actions as they waged war on their own survival throughout the ages. Seeking not the pleasure and purpose of the here and now, but in constant craving of their eventual redemption in what came after.

So he held Mina in his arms and stroked her sorrow into passion, watched as it flared and enflamed with such an aching beauty that it still after all this time, had the power to enthrall. He lifted her high above him as she clung to his shoulders and nuzzled against the warmth of her belly, tasting her skin and groaning with impatience. He was starving for what she alone could give him and he had no compunction about taking it all. Yet in the taking, he could make it worth her while. He would give her that. Again and again until her exhaustion eventually won out and the fragile tether that held her in place to this life separated.

Inhaling and closing his eyes, he reveled in the warmth of her blood rich flesh and sensuous femininity. He could smell the heated arousal of her pussy softening and readying for his mouth. His cock and abruptly, he could wait no longer.

Carrying her from the pool, he lay her down in softness upon the bed as the flicker of candle light cast a gentle glow over shimmering wet flesh. It drew his eye to the loveliness of her as he moved to lie beside her, gathered her close so they lay on their sides and brought his mouth to hers.

The kiss went on forever. He was sated with her energy long before their wet mouths parted. Could have stopped there. But he didn’t. Fascinated by her response to his touch he let his hands tease and torment. Pinch and grasp and watched her face as she melted into him in appreciation. She was glorious and generous in her giving and he wanted. Needed it all; the way she arched her back and thrust her breasts against him when he yanked her head back by her hair. The way she lifted one long smooth leg and draped it over his hip and rocked against him. He directed the flow of energy to fill and swell his shaft harder. Fuller and thicker as he pushed back against her. Rocked it between her slick lips and teased her until her juices flowed over his cock in a heated rush and she cried out. With eyes wide open, her mouth an ‘o’ of ecstasy as her rosy cheeks blossomed under his onslaught. And he hadn’t even tasted her yet…

Her nipples had turned to stone as he bent and slid one into his mouth, drawing hard upon the sensitive tip and sucking it deep. Not letting her body come down, but fanning the flames once more. He pushed the flesh together and ran his tongue across in a lazy sweep from swollen tip to swollen tip and relished her startled whimpers and her building cries. On and on, still stroking his cock between her velvet soft lips, from root to crown until she mewled in frustration and tried to force the head inside her tight sheath. Until her words poured free as she begged him to fill her up. Told him how she ached to feel his cock stretch her, abrade her most intimate flesh again and leave her sore and satisfied as only he could. To feel anew the splash of his seed as he branded her womb, her heart and her head. For he lived there still.

“Love me Thomas…it’s been so very long. Free me from my torment my love. My beautiful man.” Harsh whispered words that broke into a sob. Just words that he lifted and cradled. Eased with a soft “Shhhhhhhhhh there sweetheart…there my love, I am yours ever and always love. Ye can take me in you. Squeeze my cock and beat your sweet feet upon my ass, flay my back with your nails love, bite me. Fuck yes! You feel so hot, so sweet and saturated my love…..I could never…ever get enough of you! I love you! Love you Mina. Even when you’d suck me cock dry with your scalding wet pussy, all I ever wanted…..needed, was to love ya again. 

Gabriel’s Mile.

Prologue.


Gabriel had been alive forever. 

So long that time had ceased to be a line from point of entry to exit. His existence was simply an endless loop, without beginning or end. He just was. He was Dreamwalker.

One who could slide into the dreams of men and women and stir their passions. Inspire and deliberately fan flames to frenetic bliss and if he chose to, leave behind a memory of his passing.

Yet he saw man as fickle, capricious by nature. Often jealous, cruel, contemptuous and barbaric. Culpable of such acts of sanguinary violence, so adept and ruthlessly able to snuff out life without conscience. So even he, who witnessed so much, could be moved. 

Could be appalled.

Yet man was magnificent too. Infinitely capable of so much. Extraordinary, generous, passionate, compassionate and given to supreme acts of self-sacrifice, kindness and benevolence. With the capacity for such love and loyalty that even he, who had witnessed so much could be moved.

Could be humbled by grace, stirred by the hope and the beauty of it.

Yet for all he saw and shared, for all the emotions and passions he inspired, he himself was not part of the human race. Wasn’t sure if he ever had been. He simply was.

Some would see him as vampire, or incubus. Though he took no blood nor drained away life force from his chosen. Powerful emotions and especially carnal dreams, which he aroused to fever pitch until the eventual climax so potent it would often awaken the dreamer. This gave him sustenance.

Some would think him a God. Though he had no powers to change anything outside the Dreamworld but in it, Dreamscape was his. A personal playground where anything imaginable was possible.

He could heal or harm, stimulate, invigorate. Provoke a shy man to greatness or plant a seed of desire and yearning in a new woman. Watch it quicken and blossom into the fat ripe fruit of sexual longing. Suck and feast upon the nectar of rapture.

He gave the broken, the whole, the aged, the young, the hopeless, fallen, fated and the hopeful, something visceral. Something truly primal that once tasted was never forgotten. He gave them a gift beyond words.

Still others would think him demon. Diablo. A rapist. 

A mind fuck of the most twisted and extreme. 

And they’d be right. He smirked a little at that. 

For every now and then, he liked to step up and readjust the wheels of fate. Reset the balance as it were... Never in a big way, that wasn’t his purpose.

Twas merely that once in a blue moon, a memory he intentionally left behind did more than leave a mark.



Present Day.

Chapter One.



Mina came into the kitchen struggling with her grocery bags. She clutched them in fingers that felt hot, swollen and filled with shards of broken glass. Her back ached too, the chronic pain a vicious high-pitched note that sliced relentlessly through her composure, until she wanted to drop, writhe and scream. But the constant pain left her too weak, and too damn tired to make the effort screaming required.

It had been hot outside. The heat rising up from the pavement had been brutal, enveloping and exhausting. Placing one of the bags on the floor, she gingerly lifted the other with both hands and put it on to the kitchen bench, then bent for the other and did the same. She needed a painkiller, a drink to ease her parched throat, the bathroom…and she needed to sit down. The last decided her. Just for a minute or two she thought. She’d sit and rest and then deal with the groceries. Making her way slowly over to the old armchair, she sank gratefully into it.

The air conditioner clicked on and the soft metronome of the clock on the mantle drew her eyes to Thomas staring back at her from his frame. Her beautiful man. Long time gone now.

One memorable summers day, Thomas had stepped into her life and changed her world. Became her world. They’d met at a beach party and were soon drifting away from the revelers to sit and talk quietly together. Other partygoers had come and gone as the day wore on, but they’d barely noticed. Time had slowed just for them. Each moment, each movement was magnified. Amplified. Each heartbeat recorded in her minds eye as something momentous blossomed between them. They’d sat and walked, swam and later as the evening cooled away the day, they’d found a spot to sit together by the fire. She’d leaned into him as he confidently slid an arm around her and pulled her closer, tipped her chin upward and stared into her eyes. Seeing all the way in.

She sighed remembering, right from the very first as he’d taken her mouth with his own and she’d been lost. Picked up and tossed into a sea tumultuous and threatening, thrilling and exciting beyond her experience to comprehend. She’d wanted him and the thought had terrified her. She gave a soft laugh. Not that it had stopped them…much.

She closed her eyes and felt again the press of his mouth on hers, the excitement, and the heat that flooded her body, as her mind seemed to melt into a puddle. Then his tongue had slid wickedly across the seam of her closed mouth and she’d gasped in surprise. Only to moan as it slipped inside hot and thick, sending her thoughts into a tailspin as she imagined the feel of his thick, hot hard cock driving into her body with the same insistence. He’d driven her mad with sensations she never even knew she could feel, let alone enjoy. Not until that moment when he’d given them to her. And how she had wanted him…right from the very start.

From that night forward they were inseparable and she smiled for the memory. Thomas had had a way of making the shy awkward girl she’d once been, feel like a graceful beauty. He’d listened to her, encouraged her, smiled at her and wanted to be with her. She listened to him talk of the places he wanted to see and his excitement about showing them to her. His dream of completing his thesis and finally completing his Doctorate. Teaching at the University and encouraging other bright minds to seek and follow their hearts. They were so different, from different worlds and still they fit. Together they found in the other something that completed them both, and the night they got engaged he’d taken her to his bed and loved her with his body. 

She remembered every whisper, every silken drag of skin against skin, the moans and blushes she’d been horrified at first to discover came from her. She’d closed her eyes, her mouth and tried to be…good. To be what he wanted her to be…

“Mina….look at me love, don’t hide from me. You are so beautiful. I want to please you too, let me hear you. Show me you need me as much as I do you. Ohhh God Mina…I want you so much!”

Shocked, she’d opened her eyes and herself once more to him. Watched in wonder as he gently yet thoroughly took her past girlhood and into womanhood. 

Later as she’d lain in his arms, awed by the pleasure he’d skillfully drawn forth from her and empowered by the ecstasy she’d seen him feel because of her, she’d smiled in triumph. And felt whole for the first time in her life.

Time.

Time had seemed such an endless ocean she couldn’t see beyond when she was young and full of joie de vivre! Until she was skimming across said ocean, in it and racing forward through her life at a breakneck speed, until it seemed to blur with the splendor, the heartaches and incredible joys that came with the living of it.

Such foolishness she thought. Unaware of the tears that slid wetly down the old and weathered cheeks. It was all so very long ago now. She was ready. Missing him was a pain more acute than the arthritis, the backache and all the other maladies that old age generously forced upon her. Her beautiful Thomas. They’d been married for forty two years, had made a son, Liam and a daughter, Maeve. And nearly died with grief when their beautiful boy was killed in a pointless car accident at eighteen.

Such a waste. The promise of eternal life gone in an instant.

Even after all these years the pain was still there. Scabbed over with time, but still raw beneath. That was when Thomas had had a brief affair, her fault. She understood it, could forgive it, but it too lingered. Not forgotten.

She’d been so wrapped up in her own grief, a sorrow so debilitating, for so long, that there hadn’t been room for even him or Maeve. So he’d sought comfort elsewhere. Both her loved ones had. Thomas had needed a woman. Lovers arms to comfort him. To give respite from the horror and crushing pain of loss. The endless gnawing ache of guilt and grief.

Maeve had needed a mother. Sweet sixteen and her life crashing to a shuddering halt, as her beloved brother is suddenly no more. Gone as though he never was. She’d needed comfort, understanding, help with what she was going through…yet it had been her best friends mother who had given her that. Not her. She couldn’t then and the shame of it haunted her still.

By the time Mina woke up and saw her life crumbling around her, got him and her and Maeve back on track, a year and a half of her life was gone for good. Time had marched on as life had resumed. College for Maeve, the inevitable pain of parting as the last had left the nest and gone away to school. Eventually she’d met and married well and moved even farther away, had children of her own. Lived a life of her own and didn’t have the time or inclination to return for visits except once or twice over the years.

She and Thomas had had each other. It was enough.

When he finally retired at sixty-seven, they’d gone ahead and bought the airstream they’d wanted for so many years and planned their trip around the States. They’d made lists. Organizing everything; the where, the when, the how, all the way down making sure they had every contingency covered. It had been…fun. They had worked out every detail with meticulous care. But some things couldn’t be planned for. Thomas had an appointment for a checkup the week before they left, the Doctor’s nurse had rung and asked them to come in…

They managed to squeeze it in the day before.

Thomas had bowel cancer. The trip postponed, they sank their energy into doing whatever was necessary to get him, to get them both through it. But time cheated them once again. They were too late. It had spread. Dark, dirty and insidious it had wormed it’s way in until barely a month from that first call, her Thomas was gone. 
Just like that…

Her beloved, beautiful man was ash and dust in the wind and life…fucking life as she knew it was over. Her heart broken and shattered into pieces, lay scattered like the dreams, crushed beyond repair.

She’d never used the airstream. Tried to sell it back, still unused to the company they’d purchased it from. She had reeled with shock when the salesman who’d sold it to them, and whom she’d thought of as ‘such a nice young chap’ at the time, had calmly offered her half what they’d paid for it.

She’d wanted to smack him dead center in the middle of all those perfect, shiny, white teeth…little prick.

She’d kept it for a time, eventually giving it to Maeve and her family.

Years, time passed. And like a clock running down, Mina’s time had begun to ever so slowly run out. She was so weary of the endless days and nights that ran together and blended into one and the same. She forgot what day it was, became easily confused and distracted while trying to do something, anything, to fill the monotonous hours between hauling herself out of bed and climbing back into it.

She wiped distractedly at the wet on her cheeks, leaned her head back and began to drift off.

Unaware it would be for the last time.

Unaware of Gabriel and that he watched her.

Unaware, uncaring of all the things she should be doing instead of taking a nap. And as her face and body relaxed into slumber, she dreamed…

The shower is hot and steamy and the soap leaves an intriguing scent of vanilla across my skin. My skin! Sweet Jesus! My hands! They are young and firm, lovely once more… Staring in wonder, I ponder what magic this must be, then run my hands upward to cup the soft swell of my breasts. My breasts are small and high once more and my belly flat. No stretch marks, no softness marking the passage of years…and no pain. Bending forward to touch my toes, stretching and twisting, I laugh! There’s no pain. I feel…alive!

The girlish, musical sound of my laughter startles me.

I must be dreaming!

Stepping out of the shower and drying off before going to the mirror, wiping away at the condensation and staring at the beauty revealed. Wide eyed with astonishment! It’s me. I wonder why didn’t I see her like this when I was this young woman? I like this dream… But I don’t know this room and wonder fleetingly where I am and why.

I feel him then. My heart skips a beat and suddenly dropping the towel, I turn for the door, and am through it and passing through a bedroom out of some romance novel, all reds and gold’s, so fancy and inviting. French doors open outward onto a patio with a pool beyond and I have to stop. My breath catching in my throat as my heart is squeezed tight…

So painfully. So tight. For it’s Thomas you see… My Thomas, oh God, dear God… My beautiful beloved Thomas is swimming lazily towards me as I stand there open-mouthed in wonder unable to move a muscle. And then he stops and stands…and I laugh through my tears as he flings the water from his long dark hair with an impatient shake.

He sees me then and that light,- Oh God that light in his eyes that heated my blood and my body then, is doing it now. Just the thought of it has me melting where I stand! Captured like a fly in a web and held by the vision before me, until his mouth splits wide in a smile and he beckons me to him.

Somehow I am in the water and reaching for him, sobbing in terror and joy, convinced that the illusion will fall away before I can touch him. Yet everything from the chill of the water and the goose bumps spreading across my skin, convince me it’s real, it’s now.

He doesn’t disappear before my eyes…

Then every night that passed without him, every tear ever shed, every heartbreakingly lonely cry that spilled out and into the darkness without him in it, tears free in a keening agonized wail of love and love lost and found again…

As he draws me into his embrace and smiles for me once more.


     ~To be continued...

Initiation: ACT II

Opening the door for me, he reached in and clipped the leash type contraption to the studded high collar wrapped around my throat. Bit like a martingale I imagined, like they used on a horse to control it’s head. I laughed inside. ‘No shit ‘ I thought.

I pouted, the lipstick I wore a blazing bizarre wet orange. Apparently kiss proof. All depended on what you were kissing, licking or sucking I suppose. It would be interesting to see how much of it remained by evenings end...

He wasn't rough, but he didn't wait or give quarter either. Instead pulling firmly so that the collar pulled my chin up higher as he brought me forth from inside the car to standing on the pavement beyond. I wore a long dramatic purple cape concealing the frills and fluffery of the antique corset and get-up, he’d patiently dressed me in. 

I never said a word. Kept my mouth shut. My head down as much as I was able and moved carefully a step behind him as we entered the club, and made our way down to the Playroom.

I was wet long before we even entered the room. The sights, the sounds, the raw smell of leather, lust, -both unrequited and sated hit me straight in the groin. I squirmed. He growled and leaned down close to my ear and reminded me that it was ALL for him. Every moan, every sigh, every dewdrop, every look. “Mine” he rumbled.

I trembled like a skittish filly and tried not to melt into a puddle barely a foot inside the door as I tried to see something of my surroundings through the half Columbine mask I wore. Instead…all I caught was my reflection in the mirrored wall across from me, as he moved like a big cat behind to remove the cape.

‘My tits are too big.’ That was my first thought. They overflowed the top of the corset, the cleavage deep and intriguing with the jeweled pieces he’d placed there. Each jewel was connected to filigree chains of gold that draped across the rise of each bosom and looped around the areola before connecting to a solid gold bolt that pierced the black cherry hardness of each protruding nipple. The corset made of heavy black silk had bands of steel sewn into it that ruthlessly held the shape when the ribbons in the rear were tightened. As long as I kept my breathing shallow, didn’t eat or drink, either laid flat or stood, then I could breathe. I looked like a bloody hourglass.  

As he had laced me, he’d pinched my waist in so tightly that he'd placed both hands around it. Then made me take his cock in my mouth, to suck it down and swallow as he shot his come down my throat in hot, heavy bursts. I licked my lips at the memory, hearing again my name on his lips as he came…

My lipstick tasted like passionfruit…

The corset ended in a sharp downward ‘v’ in front, pointing to the ridiculously frilled panties he’d slid up my legs. The only saving grace was the slit in the crotch of them, that he’d still have to find through the excessive folds of silk and tulle. Black seamed stockings, perfectly, correctly straight in the rear and high patent black heels completed the look except for the long orange satin opera gloves. I sighed in a shallow breath. This get-up should make me feel submissive and if I were honest, part of it did. Most of it just pissed me off.

I could feel eyes. Eyes that followed us, assessed, murmurs of interest? I always wondered what went through other peoples minds when ‘fresh meat’ entered… My arousal quickened once more, hot, heavy and needy, the scent of my own lust thick in my nose.

Master bent to my ear “You look...so sweetly fuckable pet." His voice deep and dreamy. "Alas there are dues that must be paid first. Keep your eyes on me at all times. Do not speak unless directly spoken to. Do you understand me? Nod.”

I nodded waited…

“Good girl” he said. “Let’s begin shall we? Come…” 

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