Moonspun Spins

The following was written by me in June of 2006, I’d know RP for a little over a month and unbeknownst to me, he was just 2 months from moving in with me:

She fell head over heels in love for the first time at 39. Sure, she had experienced love before, event thought that she’d been head over heels before. She was wrong. Nothing in her life had ever felt like the feelings she had for this man. Nothing in her life compared to the feelings of utter contentment and completeness that surrounded her when she was with him. Nothing she had ever felt or experienced even came close.           It was, in life’s ironies, their daughters who became friends in person first.  The 2 blond girls found each other and raced off to become instant friends.           For hours they had sat and talked in the spring sun and felt immediately connected to each other. She was fascinated by his questions, his answers, his thoughts, his smile and the clear and honest way he articulated himself. He was down to earth in a refreshingly intelligent way.          Later she would know that it was the first kiss where she fell in love. Because later she’d be able to understand the depth of feeling she’d felt then. At the time, under the soft spring rain on a walking trail in the woods, she had felt his kiss and intoxicating taste and let the feeling course through her system in a slow, satisfying kind of way.          Over the course of the next few weeks, their relationship grew quickly by leaps and bounds. Each meeting, whether it was to walk and kiss among the woods, to spend time drinking chai in a coffee shop, or making passionate love, provided them with someone new and profound to experience. Thresholds were crossed.          Similar in insecurity and vulnerability, they matched each other well in that vein. Free to express their true emotions was a new and wonderful feeling. Both could listen equally and comfort, being completely honest and open about old habits and hurts, new fears and the breadth of feeling they shared.          She would be hard pressed to describe in a true and complete way how she really felt about him. Though her command of language may be admirable, mere words were inadequate. The depth of her emotions, her attachment, her pure and utter love for him defied conventional description. The layers and depth of emotion she felt in regards to him and especially when with him were intricate and complex. They left her feeling incredibly energized and overwhelmed. On a base level, he simply made her feel. Maybe, and more importantly, he allowed her to feel. He gave her the space to explore the myriad of emotions she had and the freedom to express them with him. She had never felt so free in her life.          On the other hand, though, the way she felt about him was painfully simple. He was, without a doubt, the love of her life. He was the one person with whom she would always be allowed to be her authentic self. He was the one person with whom she wanted to share everything with. Very simply put, he completed her.          She hadn’t known that this was what she’d been waiting for. That was the amazing thing…because maybe if she’d known she’d have been impatient or always looking. In the back of her mind she’d known there was something else out there, something that wasn’t part of her life. She’d felt a piece missing and on more than one occasion had told herself she read too many romance books. There was no way she’d find it, especially if she couldn’t name it. She could only feel an ache when she read books or saw movies where men and women fell in love. It was an ache deep in her gut that punched her every time, surprising her sensibilities. She felt it was no use to look for it. Where, after all, would she look? She couldn’t articulate to herself what the missing piece was, let alone another person. And seriously, who wouldn’t have been completely terrified had she talked about the ache….because it would eventually come to that with someone…a description of it. She’d had more than one person not able to handle even being friends with her because of her emotions, and this was bigger. Much bigger. No, she’d learned to live with the ache and let it go.          Maybe that was the thing with him. Maybe the first time she had looked into his intoxicating brown eyes, she’d recognized the ache in him. Maybe, because she could see it now when he looked at her, that he had been looking for the same thing and that’s why she had felt immediately connected to him.

All she knew now was that she loved like she had never loved in her whole life. She felt loved back and secure in a way she never thought possible. She believed firmly in fate, though she didn’t always understand it. She knew that there were reasons that she’d had to wait 39 years to meet him. Chances are she’d not have recognized him before this time. Now she knew as she held him and lost herself in his eyes that she had found her destiny. She’d hold fast to her faith in the universe and its timing and would enjoy every precious moment in his arms and presence. She could be nothing but grateful…for fate, for timing and for love.

This one was written a few weeks later. A fantasy of mine. It never happened, but other equally good things have!

The Playground

          It couldn’t have been a more perfect summer night. The temperature was warm, but not oppressive and there was a slight breeze in the air. A crescent moon hung low and the sky was filled with stars shining brightly and sparkling.

          Holding tightly onto his hand, her senses expanded with the quiet of the night air as they walked across the parking lot, then through the soft grass towards the playground.

          They had hardly spoken on the ride over, her hand running along his thigh as he drove. Already feeling heady with desire, she could barely contain herself. They had been standing on the front on his house admiring stars. His arms had been around her and she felt secure as he had stood behind her while they had gazed up at the illuminous sky. Pulling away, he had disappeared and a moment later had come back with his car keys and pulled her hand towards the car. She had known without asking, what was on his mind.

          He stopped just before the entrance and pulled her close for a kiss. It was gentle as if acknowledging a circle of sorts. They stood at the very playground where they had met months ago on a warm spring day.

          Breaking the moment, she bit gently on his lip and pulled on his hand. The place was deserted, but both knew being here was risky. Feeling like teenagers about to be caught, the ‘danger’ of being caught buzzed in the air between them as the sound of their feet on the crushed stone followed them.

          She knew just where to take him, on more than one occasion she had scanned the wooden play structure for a place with the perfect height for the fantasy while watching her daughter play. Fingers intertwined with hers, he ran his thumb alone her palm and let himself be lead. His longing to kiss her again heightened and he felt in a hurry to touch.

          Stopping at the place, she turned to kiss him, throwing her arms around his neck. Desire practically exploded from them both as they enveloped each other. A low moan escaped her throat and she reminded herself she needed to be much quieter than usual.

          She ran her tongue along his neck and breathed in his ear, whispering his name. She felt his hands run up and down the back of her, pulling her close. He pushed her up against the wooden structure and reached forward to run his tongue along her neck. His hands roamed over her breasts, touching sensitive places and her breath hitched.

          She couldn’t wait to touch him as her aching increased and she pulled hard on his belt buckle. Oh…how she loved to do that, to savor that moment while she pulled and her hands in their hurry to touch sometimes fumbled to get underneath. He was whispering in her ear now, his hands running through her hair which moved softly in the breeze.

          He reached under her mini skirt and touched lace panties. Surprised at how wet she was, he slipped inside to touch her. She moved her mouth to his shoulder, muffling her moan at the touch of his fingers.

          For a moment there was no sound save the night.  Her hand stroked his hardness and his fingers her wetness, yet there was a stillness. He felt her body tense and she kept her mouth on his shoulder. Afraid she would cry out as she felt her body explode in climax, she accidentally bit him as the orgasm racked through her.

          She heard his breath hitch as he whispered her name, and pressed into her harder. She pulled at him, pushing down his shorts, and lifting her leg up to place it on a step nearby. She knew it would be just the perfect height.

          He hiked up her mini skirt, slid aside her lace and entered her, immediately pushing her hard against the structure. She reached around to hold him, pulling him closer to her. She felt him fill her immediately, loving the familiar, yet exciting feeling of him moving inside her.

          Desire raced back and forth between them as they moved. He pushed hard trying to get close enough, she pushed back for the same reason. Their rhythm increased and their aches and wants centered only on this moment. Two people connecting under the summer stars. A couple moving together in the warm night air. A man and woman completing a circle, merging longings of the body and soul too complicated to explain.

          A warm breeze enveloped them as their bodies crushed together and their tongues intertwined. Raw need drove them. There was a one second pause as she felt him hover on the edge and then he exploded in her with a soft cry. He slumped a bit against her, pushing her back against the structure, trying to catch his breath.

          She felt the dampness of his back as she traced her tongue along his neck. For a moment there was only magical silence again. They both absorbed the feeling, the stars, the moon, the summer night’s magic and the vibrations humming along their bodies. He laughed softly and though it was dark, she knew his eyes were sparkling as he looked at her.

          For a moment she was unsure what he would say, but he merely said “I love you so much” in a poignant whisper.

          She hugged him tightly and whispered “I love you, too” knowing she’d never forget this night.

          A moment later, they saw the headlights entering the road leading to the playground and knew their magical time was over. Quickly fixing themselves to look presentable, a moment later they back into the car and waved at the police car driving by on its rounds and headed back to his house.