Shadows of Paradise

By Samantha G.


“You can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, you get what you need.”-Rolling Stones



If it was only for one splendidly intimate night, it was well worth the gamble to be among the wolves of flesh. Tonight, somebody held me, when I needed to be held. Somebody could touch me, as I needed to be touched. Somebody made love to me, when my dire craving needed not only to be fed, but also to be loved. He asked for nothing, but gave me everything, I could ever hope for. He came into my life as swiftly and intensely as the hot summer storms of an August night. And as the storms of summer leave in their wake, total devastation; they can also replenish the thirst of life. Leaving us to carry on.

I opened the door to my home and glanced at the round clock on my kitchen wall, 3:15am. But who cares? I giggled just a little, thinking about how just plain happy I felt. I tossed my car keys into the tray on the end table near the sofa. I saw the unopened bills, and letters the keys landed on. I’ll take a look at them tomorrow morning. I just wanted to slip out of these clothes, and into my most sensual lingerie, and continue this blissful high.

“An uncanny ability to read people.” Is what I’m guilty of. Ever since I was a little girl growing up in Arizona, I could tell at first glance what kind of a person I was looking at. Nice, good, bad, or stupid, it was easy for me to label most of them correctly. Until, he came into view.

Something very strong set him apart from the other guys in the sports bar. A haunting familiarity, swept across my mind. An inner strength or feeling made him stand out. His ruggedly handsome face slowly turned to my direction, taking my breath away. Deep blue eyes with timeless wrinkles in the corners of them, told me he laughs and smiles a lot. His nose, that of the A Greek Olympian, pronounced and virile. Long silver-gray curly hair, in a pony-tail that ran down to the middle of his weathered black leather jacket, announcing he is his own man, and wise in the years of the world. As soon as I laid eyes on this guy, I knew I’d be with him. My voyage to a passionate awakening had started.

I unconsciously danced to my bathroom, discarding my clothes on the way. My frilly dark purple blouse came off first, landing on the floor between the kitchen and bathroom. Standing at the mirror above the bathroom sink, I removed my black lacey bra. “Not bad,” I complimented myself. I could still feel his firmly perfect hands on my breasts. He held them, caressed them unlike anyone ever has. I saw his face in my hands, watching him slowly pass his rugged stubble across my chest. He never broke eye contact with me as he guided me into a wonderful place that only we could share on this night.

I was getting aroused again! I saw myself in the mirror squeezing my own heaving breasts. My mouth was hanging open and I felt my eyes were flittering with sensual excitement. “God,” I had to quickly release my firm round breasts, as my legs became weak with desire. I watched my breasts jiggle when I had to support myself on the vanity top. He said they were beautiful, but I always thought them to be a little slighter than what I wanted. I tried to compose myself so I could slide into my bed, holding on to his memory. Maybe this time, he would sing me to sleep. I sighed and slid down my short black skirt watching the profile of my panties and butt come into view. My breathing became quicker,” Now, we’re getting to the place where all the action was,” My sopping pussy was still very much alive with sensations. The black lace panties felt heavy with the aftermath of sex.

Jesus Christ!” I laughed out loud. Staring at my face in the mirror, I suddenly recalled running a red light on my drive home. I could just see me getting pulled over by the cops
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“Ah, Ma’am, you ran that stop light back there!” The officer would say as he stood at my car window tapping his pen on his ticket book.

“I’m so sorry officer, but I just got Fucked Silly, and I don’t have a clue as to what I’m doing now. You know how us women are.”

I gradually quit laughing and studied my body in the mirror. I could have been an underwear model. Hell, I could still be one. I was looking at a red-hot body. Not bad for thirty-six! “Boobs are a little small, though,” Turning to my profile, I studied my ass.”That’s where you got it girl.” I turned off the light, trying to get the same setting and mood as that motel room. The light above my kitchen sink gave me just the right amount of glow I needed as I went to my bedroom. I could feel him holding my ass cheeks as I walked, his hands covering each one completely. He Lightly squeezed my small rounds of firm flesh.

“Please, follow me.” My hopes might be answered.

The seductive whiff of his windswept leather jacket flooded my mind, when I sat next to him at that bar.