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AND THEN THERE WERE TWO - Chapter Four - The Taste of Tingles

Dearest Readers, Our guest blogger, V., returns with Chapter Four of her serialized true-story, And Then There Were Two. Violet describes the relationship she had with her man and the female lover he introduced her to. XOOXXOXO BLISS WARRIOR

Missed the first chapters in the story? AND THEN THERE WERE TWO: Chapter One, Chapter Two and Chapter Three

I have a tendency to forget the endings of things…books, movies, TV shows. This is a strange inherited trait from my mother. On one level, I think it is a trick of the mind so that I can re-visit things time and again which I love or find moving and still experience an element of surprise. But also, I have learned that for as much as my analytical brain determines so much of my day to day existence that when I become involved with something driven by or experienced through the heart and body, it all resonates in a sensory realm. I can’t quote poetry or passages of a play or half the time remember the author of a favorite book not because of a lack of care, quite the opposite; because whatever it is has shifted my emotions around leaving an imprint on my heart.

The same is true with people. Certain specific details remain but after a meaningful exchange, I am left not with what travels through the concrete mind but rather the sensations and emotions carried, held close and dear within in my body. While my past experiences were varied and absolutely always from my heart, I knew I was entering into a different space. This romance, this exchange, this path, would continue beyond the immediate opportunity of the present evening. In spite of the true totality of love I felt for Louis in every dark and light cavern within my being…I had a life, even if small or brief, a life none-the-less to live with this woman.

For as much as Gemma and I were a sparking roller coaster of word-play and conversation when she joined Louis and I for dinner — or while sitting on the wicker bench of Marcus’ garden — or even with Marcus when he arrived home that night — as soon as the bedroom door closed behind me, words lost their place. There simply wasn’t room for them. Only the sounds of an old house settling in for the night, the wind tickling leaves outside, and the whisper of clothes slipping from our bodies floated around the room.

When I think of that first night with Gemma, it comes in flashes much like a succession of cut-aways in a film. When I stop for a moment, I can still smell her skin, taste the last of the red wine on her tongue, or feel the trail of tingles the entire length of my spine left by her fingers. My right cheek will still glow with the warmth from her inner thigh. The nape of my neck shivers at the flash of her palm slowly gliding along my back until her fingers playfully curled themselves around locks of my hair. Goosebumps prick my flesh with the memory my belly carries of Gemma’s eyelashes fluttering across my skin as she sprinkled kisses over my tummy…

Our rhythm moved us through the hours that night in true grace. Women are bold, unafraid, do not shy away from and seem to inherently understand the joy and thrill found in slowness. This is not to say that a fierce, quick taking of the body doesn’t have an important place within the scheme of things- of course it does. But, with her body, Gemma listened to mine and we took our time to understand that conversation, a conversation that grew more excited and intense with each new discovery, each new taste. Ours was not a goal motivated experience. The passion, the desire was deepened by the willingness to explore and sink below the waves in order to exist in the roaring quiet of how I, Violet, and she, Gemma, were waking up the other’s beating body.

Waterloo appeared before me and I climbed out of the car. Even though it was only 10am, I needed a nap and Louis, Louis, Louis… would be home from his business trip the next day, weakening my knees with a kiss of tingles all his own.

XOXO
V.
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And Then There Were Two, Chapter 3 - A Little Patience for Spanking the Intellect

Darling Readers, Miss V. returns with Chapter 3 of her serialized true story, “And Then There Were Two.” If you missed Chapter One, CLICK HERE and if you missed Chapter Two, CLICK HERE. Enjoy! XXOXOXOXOOX BLISS WARRIOR

CHAPTER THREE - A LITTLE PATIENCE FOR SPANKING THE INTELLECT

The next morning, sitting at the table with Gemma as Marcus made breakfast I was struck by how normal this all seemed. In a sleepy haze I sipped deeply from my mug of steaming, sweet, milky tea. Conversation flew around the room as I welcomed the eggs Marcus placed in front of me. We gossiped, we laughed; we discussed how The Terminator could become the governor of a state and marveled at the likelihood that Bush would again be president and noted that the word ‘bush’ was too good a word to be wasted on such a man. When I first arrived in London the question I constantly fielded was about the Terminator/governor situation but now the pendulum was swinging and focus was steadfastly fixing on the president or lack of one, depending. As we finished our food, plans for the day were being made according to schedules and locale. I only knew I was going to be dropped at Waterloo as it was en route to everyone’s final destination and I could from there catch the subway back to my apartment.

In the end, clearly, I had missed the final train the night before. Marcus had warmly welcomed me into his home as though this were the most ordinary scenario imaginable. Gemma got up and poured a fresh glass of red for our host. When she returned to her seat her bare leg rejoined mine and we three settled into an easy rapport. Louis was and remained our common thread. Although there was the shared unspoken knowledge about what would most likely unfold between Gemma and myself that night, his presence was never dismissed or disregarded or equally important, used.

The softness of the summer night enveloped us all until a late hour urged us to climb the stairs. As Gemma closed the door to our room, I could hear Marcus climb one more flight to his directly above ours. In the darkness I felt her fingertips dancing across my back gently searching for then finding the clasp of my bra…

The mercurial nature of our connection dictates a need to elaborate on the mechanics or developing infrastructure of this impending romance. Gemma and I both were committed to our personal lives outside of the curious bubble we had found ourselves in. In a reverence and profound respect for other hearts we held in our hands, we forged an unspoken understanding to not in any way flaunt our growing sexual connection. There was a time and place for our explorations with each other and to that end we kept a firm restraint over our inclinations and kept them discreetly away from the eyes of others. This was all very British of us, or French, I still can’t decide. We were finding our way to a balance anchored in total honesty and care while still honoring the journey she and I so clearly needed to take.

After breakfast, as we sped through the streets of London towards Waterloo my thoughts traveled back to the previous night and I wondered, had Marcus been able to hear Gemma and I l?
A blush and a smile privately spread over my cheeks and lips…

XOXO
V
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AND THEN THERE WERE TWO - CHAPTER TWO

Dearest Readers, This is chapter two in our guest blogger, V.’s, serialized blog about her and her man, and the women he introduced her to. If you missed Chapter One, CLICK HERE. Enjoy!
XOXXOXOXO BLISS WARRIOR

As I traveled beneath the London streets towards Gemma’s dinner invitation, the cautionary ‘Mind the Gap’ announcement at each Tube stop suddenly resonated in a new profound way. A commonplace subway platform safety warning took on a whole new dimension. And then when considering those three words as it might apply to the body of a female, well my mind really began to wander. I was fidgeting and acutely aware of the upholstered subway seat against the backs of my thighs.

Because of the extreme expense of UK cell phone plans, texting is very big. Meaning I hadn’t actually heard Gemma’s voice since we had said our goodbyes four days prior. I only had the crafted phrasing of a few text messages guiding me into this unaccompanied encounter. Plus, most Brits even cloaked in an aura of general formality will after the briefest of connections sign off using an ‘x’ so at times it can be difficult to decipherer an intention.

At this point I knew by now what Louis’s ‘x’s’ meant by their number and if they appeared in lower or upper case. Even a mix of lower and upper case revealed a specific meaning. Louis was still away.

Was I heading towards a date or being blessed with a new friend, or both? Again, useless analyzing. I was meeting Gemma at the home of her friend where she stayed when in town- a place where I would eventually live, but that’s another story. His name and work were familiar to me but I had yet to meet him. Perhaps he would be home, perhaps not. In the end did it really matter? These thoughts, thoughts, more thoughts circling each other…

The subway service in London ends at midnight.

Finally I reached her stop and made my way out of the station and onto the street. My heart pounded as I found the house. I took a deep breath and rang the bell. There she was, smiles, hugs, bright eyes, and her spicy perfume. Awkwardness and a strange familiarity surrounded us as she led me into the kitchen. We exchanged benign pleasantries as she poured two glasses of ruby red wine. She reminded me of a pixie- tiny, bright, intense. After a tour of her friend’s home (he was out) we made our way to into a beautiful garden. Blooms, trees, and couple of statues looked on as we sat ourselves down on a sun bleached whicker bench. The air was soft and slightly cool.

Our conversation turned to common-ground, Louis. Gemma wanted to know our love story, so out it poured. She confided that for the first time in their five year long professional relationship, I was cause for him to reveal his innermost personal feelings. Being such a private man, she was stunned when Louis opened up to her. Apparently his heart and body hadn’t been hit so hard (no pun) in many a year provoking an immediate need to talk to someone. I blushed. Blushing is not something I tend to do but while unlocking such sexual freedom within me, his place in my heart apparently could now inspire deep crimson to creep into my cheeks.

Our conversation became one of shared secrets. Our loves, our pain, our sexual pasts and present as well as the challenge of current romantic entanglements. With her own revelations she was placing her trust in my hands so I would know with absolute certainty that I could trust her and that in that knowledge nothing I chose to reveal would cross her lips to another soul unless I so desired.

I have steadfastly come to believe that anything made for the cinema or stage only wishes it could come close to the true life stories which, if we allow, unfold before us everyday. The more we opened ourselves, the closer our bodies naturally moved towards each other. Because our conversation flowed so freely I hadn’t even noticed this until she got up to get more wine and the coolness of the air touched the warm place where her thigh had been resting against mine.

With full glasses in hand, she returned to the garden and the smooth skin of her leg rejoined mine. The talking continued as if we couldn’t say it all fast enough to one another and then in an unconscious move I felt her fingers on my neck as she rotated the clasp of my necklace back to its rightful place. With the light touch, tingles erupted throughout my body. Here’s the thing, a touch to any part of my back or neck will send my cognitive mind directly to a ‘time out’ and I sink into the warmth of sensation.

The sky was still light but stars had begun to glow through the waning daylight. Darkness was almost ready to eclipse the blue and I turned my head to look directly into her eyes. A moment passed and then another, utter stillness. I wasn’t even aware that her hand had slipped under my shirt until my nipple hardened to meet the tip of her finger. Her lips found mine while her finger continued to just barely touch my right nipple. The slowness of our kiss allowed me to taste the wine on her tongue and step inside her energy, to truly feel her, Gemma, her essence for the first time.

My hand had slightly parted her legs and so, so gently I took my fingers all the way up her thigh. Then we heard the front door close- Marcus was making his way out to greet us…

XOXO
V
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AND THEN THERE WERE TWO - CHAPTER ONE

Dearest Readers -
Please welcome our newest guest blogger from New York City, Violet.  V. is a Ph.D. candidate, performer, writer and all-around fabulous bi-girl.  In a serialized blog, V. will share the true and powerful tale of her relationship with her man and the female lover she met through him.  Every other week, V. will return with a new installment of this passionate, true tale.
XOXOXOXOXOXO - BLISS WARRIOR

AND THEN THERE WERE TWO

There is a moment, we all have them, just a moment maybe only long enough to breath in and out and blink a couple of times but you know something compelling and immediate has passed, a contract, a promise has been made with another person. Sometimes you aren’t even sure what it is you have signed on for but are acutely aware a silent pact has been made. A promise which you know somewhere in your heart you will honor. In my opinion, desire works in just this way and in my experience it always wins; it stems from an ethereal inarticulate place and waits to be manifested.

I was sitting with my man, my love, at a Moroccan restaurant in London. Months before, our silent contract began.  I was conducting an interview in his office and without warning, in a split second, the air shifted and his gaze suddenly became intently steady and my once direct look dissolved into a series of sideways glances. After I concluded the interview and the tape recorder had been turned off we shared a passionate kiss and with spinning heads we handed each other our hearts.  Anyhow, here we were many months later, and he was quietly eating some hummus. As he ate, his fingertips occasionally found the inside of my left thigh and he listened as I became immersed in a passionate discussion with the vivid but slightly nervous creature to his left. She and I were nonstop with words, laughter, and the occasional gentle verbal poking at this man whom we both knew from entirely different vantage points.  He was my lover and she was his colleague, well employee to be more precise.

After our dinner plates had been cleared from the table, there was that moment again. As the moment passed between she and I, the tone in our voices changed. I unwittingly began to bite my lower lip and look at her from under my now slightly-lowered lids. While not being remotely predatory, I could feel her eyes taking in my collarbone, hands, neck, and I did nothing to dissuade or disconnect the silent exchange. Just as quickly as it arrived, the moment vanished, and the tempo of the conversation picked itself up and we ordered a round of coffee.

As she had a two-hour drive home, our goodbyes were rushed and hasty but with the promise of connecting again when she was back in the city. I took that extra second to kiss each cheek allowing the spicy scent of her perfume and the lovely smell of her freshly shampooed hair to mingle and flood my senses. She hopped in her car and was gone. Louis wrapped his arm around my waist and the light summer night guided us back to his flat.

I am no withering flower nor am I an innocent, far from it, but my heart still races when faced with these moments. I never expect them and suddenly I am nervous. A person can never fully know where this unspoken promise will lead until the journey has already begun and had it begun or had I imagined it?  These instances thoroughly disrupt my sense of order and control. Attempts at effective or productive analyzing are utterly futile. I am forced to surrender into a familiar territory, but a territory made disarmingly new again by an unfamiliar person. Initial surrender has never been my strong point.

The next morning, I opened my eyes for a second time to find Louis but instead of feeling him moving inside me, gently fucking me out of slumber as he had earlier, he was now packing for a week away on business.  The soft white cotton of the sheets caressed my bare skin and he came over to deliver one last deep kiss before leaving for the airport.  He looked into my eyes, his finger lovingly traced my tummy and my breasts as he lightly kissed each of my eyelids.

“I love you, every cell of me will miss you, and I will call you when I land.”  He started for the door, but then stopped and turned.  “Oh, and while you were sleeping, upon request, I sent Gemma your mobile number.”  I blinked at him.  He regarded me for a moment and finished with, ‘”I only ask that you tell me if anything happens while I am away.”

In all honesty and genuine seriousness I asked him what he meant.   My answer came as a sideways glance as he headed out the door.

As the front door closed behind him, I looked at my phone and there she was…

XOXO
V.

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IF YOU ENJOYED THIS BLOG, YOU MAY ALSO ENJOY READING THESE TRUE TALES WRITTEN BY OUR FABULOUS GUEST BLOGGERS:
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