©Their Promise
Mimi
Wolske, May 2014
All Rights Reserved
Five
years before...had it really been
five
years?
Yes,
he
thought,
it
had, and one side of
his
mouth curved up.
Five
years before
He
would have protested,
laughingly
but
still, he would never have
believed
this
woman
could
hold him in a spell
and
he would willingly
be
her slave...
to
the point of risking
his
tranquility.
What
hidden forces of lust and love
had
brought about this result?
Were
they secretly within him?
Willingly,
he wanted to be cast,
bound
head to foot, into
her
loving
arms.
Now
he dreaded the thought he wouldn't be
prudent,
that he would act
foolishly—with
folly. He no longer
belonged
to
himself.
His
love, his sex slave, with her
suppleness
like a cat and
playful,
honest disposition, had,
little
by little, glided into every
fiber
of
his body.
This
woman had become as necessary to him as
eating
and drinking...and breathing.
After
arriving home from work and
having
eaten his dinner, he excused
himself
saying he was tired and
wanted
to go to bed
at
once.
After
dinner,
she played her role, mentioned
she
wasn't feeling well and
should
go to bed early this night.
There
was some concern
from
her family and they
encouraged
her to
seek
her
bed.
The
woman wanted to run up the stairs,
but
not to arouse suspicion,
she
only half ran and stumbled
over
their dog in her hurry to
reach
her
phone
in
her private bedroom. She swiped away
beads
of perspiration and fell upon
her
bed almost giddy with excitement.
Anyone
seeing her would have
thought
her
drunk.
When
her phone rang, all she wanted
was
to run to him, gaze into his eyes,
and smile knowing he was just as anxious
to
see
her.
They
each removed their clothes and
crawled
into bed desirous to hear
the
words of love and lust and imagine
being
in each other's embrace, and then
they
made
love.
This languorous
couple remained on their
phones
for several hours talking of this
and
that, neither willing to let go but
knowing
they
must.
"I
have to go," she sighed.
He
whispered he was falling onto his knees
before
her and taking her hands in his.
"Goodnight
Sexy
Lady,"
he
said, but didn't move. "Until the next time."
"No,"
she said with a heavy sigh. "Not
until
next time. That's so indefinite."
"Then
when? When will
you
be
free?"
She
believed she was looking him full in the face.
"The
truth? I think I may never be free and
I
have no more excuses and I cannot
think
of
one."
"Then
we must say this is farewell," he said.
"No!
I can't do that!" she answered.
She
pronounced each word in
terrified
despair.
Then
she added, a bit more gently,
and
without removing her hands from his...
She
told him she loved only him.
"I
must
go."
Then
came a silence, a long silence,
that
was finally broken by him.
"I
had a dream and it
scared
me.
Understand?"
"Yes,"
she answered and her heart sobbed.
"Yes,"
she said again, shuddering. Abruptly
she
told him she was bending over his
face
smothering
him
with kisses and bursting into sobs,
she
said in disjointed sentences...
"I
lack the strength to leave you when
you
talk
like that.
It
scares me. Tell me we shall see
one
another still. Give me courage. Give
me
assurances. You have need of me still,
Don't
you?
One
of these days...please say it and mean it."
"I
don't want you to leave, but if you stay,
you
know we won't be able to keep our
hands
to
ourselves."
She
pulled her shaking hands from his
and
wrung them afraid to say anything,
afraid
not to say something. She couldn't
give
him
up.
She'd
perish without him and his love.
He
didn't want to lose her. He hadn't loved
anyone
like her and he knew the pain in his
chest
was
heartache.
"Sweetheart,"
he said, and he hadn't called her
anything
endearing in a while and he
hoped
she knew he meant it. The
prudent
instincts
of
the man awakened and he said,
"Nothing
has changed." He took her
in
his arms, he told her, and was
kissing
her
face.
"This
hurts," she sobbed. "I don't know
if
I'll be able to last longer than
tomorrow
morning without
seeing
you."
"Then
I will be here because I
need
to see you, too."
Before they closed their eyes, the man
pulled the woman into his embrace and
whispered, "You belong to me. Never forget
You
Are Mine."
They fell asleep holding their phones
pulled the woman into his embrace and
whispered, "You belong to me. Never forget
You
Are Mine."
They fell asleep holding their phones
to
their ears and listening to and
saying
the same words they always said.
Nothing
changed.
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