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| relaxed1 |
on Sat 7 Nov 09, 12:04 PM to relaxed1's blog.
Jenny was lonely. Not that she lacked friends, although they sometimes felt distant, but she longed for the closeness of a man – someone who would be her man.
It surprised her when He called. She had not heard from Him in a while. They had remained kind of close, but had rarely met up. But now He wanted to see her. Just a meeting as friends, He said, but she wondered, hoped even. The aching and the yearning were so strong that it consumed most of her waking hours. She slept fitfully; her dreams disturbed her sleep so that she woke feeling worse than ever.
As she dressed to meet Him, she felt so confused. It took ages and her clothes were strewn across the bed. She didn't want to look slutty, although she knew that would please Him under normal circumstances. But these were not normal circumstances. In the end she settled on a compromise; underwear that showed she was 'up for it' (whatever 'it' might be) but over that a smart, sleek, dress that made the best of her body. She discarded her thong, because it showed through the dress's flimsy fabric, clinging to her body. Her bra would just have to do because otherwise her nipples would poke out, giving away her excitement at seeing Him again.
She hoped that the moistness of her cunt would stay under control. She had already washed and washed.
When He arrived she was a mess. Not her appearance, which was as perfect as she always was, but her head was all over the place. He grinned, knowing that her head would be all confused and… oh, He just knew. She was so transparent.
He kissed her lightly on the cheek, not wanting to give her too much of a thrill, but He could feel that she wanted more, the hug was too close, and lasted too long. He looked at the woman who had once been His girl, and felt unable to control His own desires. He wondered what He was doing there. It was so long since they had parted.
Jenny looked at Him and memories flooded her head. Instinctively, she dropped to her knees, assuming the position she had been taught by Him. It felt so wrong, yet felt so right. She dared not look up, fearing that He might be laughing at her pathetic need. The aching in her body was unbearable. Would He relieve it? Would He accept her, or reject her gesture of submission?
After what seemed like an eternity, she felt His hand on her head, pushing it back so that her face was lifted towards His. She tried to keep her eyes towards the floor, but she knew it was hopeless. She saw His face. It was not laughing at her. His eyes had the look that she adored. The aching was just as strong, but she felt that finally she might get some relief.
