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ANAMNESIS
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of Memory and Reminiscence; A Glimmering Whisper From The Past
by
Leigh Stirling
The
room was awash in light. It danced in reflection from mirrors and
glowed
softly from porcelain and chrome. Visible through the pebbly
surface
of the glass doors it wavered and flickered, amber flames from
yellow
candles lit in remembrance. Each scented candle infused the
steamy
atmosphere with its healing balm--apple and rose for the silent
strength
of unconditional love, rosemary to bring clarity of thought and
hyacinth
for the easing of sorrow, never far away.
She
let the hot vaporescence of the water flow over her body as she
worked
a bar of lavender soap into a soft foam. Breathing deeply of its
reviving
fragrance she spread the rich lather over her neck and
shoulders
and stomach.
Removing
the hand-held shower unit from its hook she adjusted its spray
and
with circular motions began playing it over her torso, from neck to
hip
bone. Water and soapy froth slid down her breasts to cling to her
furled
nipples and she shivered, remembering the feel of his hands on
her
body. She always had the most vivid thoughts of him there in the shower.
The
intensity of the water and her memories caused her breasts to
tighten
and her nipples to harden even more, producing a deep throb of
awareness
between her legs. She changed the dial on the shower head to
pulse,
continuing the lazy circle movements as her body began responding
to
the stimulation of the water. Easing her legs farther apart she
slowly
slid her fingers down to stroke the wet, curling hair at the apex
of
her thighs, as she opened herself to the pulsating spray being
careful
not to aim the water at her clitoris. Not yet.
As
she sprayed the water over herself she conjured the vivid memory of
the
first time she had ever had an orgasm using the water jet.
"I
have a gift for you," he had said as he attached the shower unit to
the
tub fittings and showed her how to change the settings. Then he had
given
her his gift.
Closing
her eyes she could still recall the strength of his body as she
leaned
against him, giving herself over to the new sensations he was
showing
her. His had had joined the
streaming
water making slow circles over her body, to caress her breasts
before
his fingers wandered their way down her belly until his hand had
covered
her mound.
Slowly,
gently he had opened her to the force of the rushing water. The
first
contact had been electrifying and she had staggered back to find
his
erection, hard and hot against her.
She
had felt his lips on her neck, his teeth nipping her earlobe.
Turning
her head she sought his mouth. His kiss had been as hot and wet
and
hard as the water splashing over their bodies. When his tongue
encountered
hers it had thrust past, surging in and out creating a
counterpoint
to the water pulsating over her spread flesh. When the jets
of
water had hit her clitoris her only thought had been of the
incredible
sensations roiling inside her body.
Taking
her hand he had spread her fingers wide, urging her to hold
herself
open to the watery attack on her clitoris. He fondled her
breasts,
squeezing her nipples as the water gushing between her legs
caused
her to moan. Turning her head, she had searched for his kiss once
more.
With
his hand on her shoulder he moved her away from the support of his
body
and made her bend slightly at the waist. She felt his fingers on
her
hip, stroking and kneading her bottom, moving to slip lower until
one
slowly entered her. Pushing back against his hand her vaginal
muscles
had
twitched
and clenched at the intrusion. A second finger had joined the
first
as he began driving her closer to orgasm.
The
steady beat of the water sent sparks to her clitoris, throbbing in
its
sensitivity. She had tried to back away from the assault but her
movements
had been stopped by his fingers deep inside her and had been
held
firmly in place by his thighs.
It
had been too much. She tried to cry out, but all she had voice for
was
a low groan as she surrendered to her orgasm. Her knees had trembled
and
buckled while her hands blindly had reached out for the wall, as she
tried
to steady her frenzied, shuddering body. Only his firm grip had
kept
her from falling.
His
penis was heavy, bone hard and insistent against her as she bent
over
spreading her legs wide, shoving her ass out, inviting, wanting,
needing
him inside. Then she had felt his cock slide down between her
buttocks,
probing as he began to slowly, steadily penetrate her. Flexing
his
fingers he took a firmer grip on her hips before surging into her,
fully
and completely. He had held her tightly as she met him thrust for
thrust,
fighting for more, taking all she had had to give to her.
The
shower unit had clattered against the side of the tub when he
dropped
it. She watched as it tossed and turned, swinging violently from
the
pressure of the water as it lashed out like a thing alive, seeming
to
mirror the twisting, thrashing movements of her body as she began to
come
again.
Battering
against her, his balls slapping with the force of his
movements,
he had given one last thrust as he came, driving his cock so
deeply
inside her that it had felt as if he had become embedded in her bones.
Gasping
she cried out as she came, the thoughts of him in her mind and
the
remembered feel of him inside her as she shuddered through a climax
that
left her weak and panting for more.
When
it was over she felt empty. She needed to feel him again there
inside
her, so deep that he was a part of her her bones. Having him in
her
mind was not enough. But it was all she would ever have.
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ANAMNESIS
©
2000 by Leigh Stirling • All Rights Reserved • This is a work of
fiction.
All the characters and/or events portrayed in this work are
either
product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. No
part
of this work may be reproduced by any means or used in any form
without
expressed written permission from the author.
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