by Cj Paul
3:03pm
Claire Nichole Eden
I'll be waiting... breathlessly
I quickly learn that waiting breathlessly is not my forte. I try to work, but am getting virtually nothing done. All I do is stare at the teeny message notifications quadrant on my Facebook page. I decide to take off for a couple of hours while Alex sleeps, so as not to drive myself mad. On a whim, I go to visit Mom. At first, my unannounced call makes Mom even more cantankerous than usual. But she calms down quickly and enjoys the visit, assuring me that the eclairs and coffee I’ve brought have nothing to do with her change in attitude.
Upon my return home, I repair to the sunroom and tentatively open my laptop, fearing disappointment. A message from Alex patiently awaits, written about 45 minutes after my last one to him. I sit down to relish his gift, and notice my earlier tea and treats untouched. Who would’ve thought such a thing possible?
3:48pm
Alexander Armstrong
I haven't slept. I tried. But thinking of you and trying to sleep seem diametrically opposed. So I thought about your poem. And this is what I came up with in the last two hours. I'm not sure I'm happy with it. But I never am. I hope you enjoy it, Miss Claire. I'm headed out to dine. But I'll be back this evening. Strange to think it's only 3 something on the left coast. I hope you're basking in the summer sun.
Bend to Me
I made answer to the siren song:
Slide between the silk sheets of my soul
And drape yourself across the skin of my heart.
Come, bend to me.
Whisper soft-sighed dewy abandon to passion's ear
And let the elegant dance of your flesh mouth the depths of desire.
Come, bend to me.
Offer yourself to my gentle-handed restraints, freely
And bathe me in the misty heat that simmers beneath your graceful curves.
Come, bend to me.
Invite my lips to learn the secrets of your will
Teach my hands and sugar-soaked tongue what beauty means.
Come, bend to me.
Permit your pulse to race and pound, your breasts to gasp, your song to scream
And wrap me in your lusting thighs, and draw me in, ignite the world.
Come, bend to me.
Drown me in your sacred streams, and carve me with ecstatic nails
And lay your head upon my chest as I release you from the rails.
And come. Bend to me.
I love the poem. I love the poem! Quickly, I scrobble a response, doing my best to hide my exuberance behind a veil of cool.
5:49pm
Claire Nichole Eden
I just came on to your message page in order to lament the duration of the wait
and lo and behold...
methinks I shall grab a cuppa
with a bikkie or two
and sit down to delight in the morsels you've shared
as you dine, out and about, in sleepless stupor
Still dying to talk to you voce a voce
and bending........... even now
I quickly grab fresh tea goodies and return to the computer to read his message again while he’s out to dinner. A moment later, a happy ping alerts me to a new message.
5:54pm
Alexander Armstrong
Well then, just in the nick of time! I do hope you enjoy the poem. We can talk later if you like. I forget names, dates, places, facts. But I never forget voices. Even friends that I haven't seen in twenty years, I can hear their voices as plainly as if they were here. And I'm not in a stupor. LOL Just a little weary. But you seem to infuse me with energy and make me smile.
5:55pm
Claire Nichole Eden
I have an annoying perky voice... and tend to laugh a lot...... and hope to annoy you soon
The poem re-ignited the stirrings, wrigglings and moanings of yesternight
as if on cue
How you so quickly tapped into my psyche is nothing short of frightening
5:58pm
Alexander Armstrong
I love annoying perky voices! And I'm delighted that your poem stirs you. I have a direct way of hearing people, I think. Especially intriguing and beguiling women. But that, I'd hope, would be comforting, not frightening.
A favor? I would love to see a photo of your eyes. I wanted to write about them, but can't seem to find a photo where I can discern what your eyes tell. Not even their color.
I sit upright in panic. I forgot he doesn’t know what I look like. Wow. All this attention from someone who has never even seen a photo of me? Could it be he is actually attracted to my character? Double wow. This guy is one in a bajillion!
Being a confirmed cameraphobe, I only have one or two photos posted of me online. And those are with other people, at a distance, and blurry. I don’t know how to handle Alex’s inevitable but unwelcome question, but I do know that I must display my visage…eventually.
6:00pm
Claire Nichole Eden
I don't post photos of myself
just not my thing
My eyes are greenish blue
bluer in summer
6:01pm
Alexander Armstrong
Really? My eyes change colors too. Sometimes a bright blue. Other times green. Other times slate gray.
6:01pm
Claire Nichole Eden
Hahahahhaha same colors with me
I am just really not into looks actually........ and as for my eyes..... ugh, i have a large scar over my eyebrow from a skiing accident as a kid
6:05pm
Alexander Armstrong
As for your scar? Eh. Why worry about such things? It's part of who you are, and so it's surely as beautiful as the rest. But I completely agree. Looks are a silly thing to measure a person's worth by. Love bathes everything in blissful beauty.
Desperate to end the conversation about my ‘looks,’ or lack of them, I change the subject.
6:10pm
Claire Nichole Eden
My dear, am I not delaying your noshing?
6:11pm
Alexander Armstrong
You are. But man does not live by bread alone.
You make me smile, Lady Claire.
6:12pm
Claire Nichole Eden
I've been smiling for about the last 15 hours straight!
even in my sleep
6:13pm
Alexander Armstrong
OK. I have to bathe and run then. But I'll be back to meet you here. And if you like, to talk on the phone. Then you can ask me anything at all.
6:13pm
Claire Nichole Eden
Yes
yes
have fun
and YES!
6:14pm
Alexander Armstrong
People will likely think I'm insane. As I eat alone and sit there with a great grin, and laugh thinking of our conversations. And yes!
6:15pm
Claire Nichole Eden
GO............. so that you may come
Wow. Was that forward or what?
6:17pm
Alexander Armstrong
I shall. You bind me though, in the loveliest way. And I'm sitting here naked on my leather recliner. Waiting to get showered. By your leave, my lady?
6:22pm
Claire Nichole Eden
Nuh uhn
Take me with you
6:23pm
Alexander Armstrong
You're certainly welcome to join. And now I'm sitting here with anatomical incongruities. If you know what I mean. Damn!
6:23pm
Claire Nichole Eden
Love them incongruities
Go, sweets
6:24pm
Alexander Armstrong
*bowing* Until we meet again.
6:24pm
Claire Nichole Eden
Curtsy
blush
adieu
Curtsy? Blush? Adieu? Who talks like that? And more t
o the point, whose life am I living? The time inches by while waiting for Alex’s return. My phone rings and I jump in glee, expecting to hear Alex’s manly voice on the other end. Too bad I’d not bothered to take into account the fact that Alex doesn’t have my number.
Getting to the phone is difficult owing to my biking accident, and I grumble when I go to the effort to run to the phone, only to be greeted by a stranger who sounds like a telemarketer. My felicity is further squelched by the news that my former talk show producer, Danielle, has been in a fatal car crash.
I am too stunned to speak and the perspective check is unbearable. Here I am whining about a scrape and bruise or two while Danielle has just...
The thought is more than I can take and I suddenly feel guilty about my recent bliss at a time when others are facing things like the death of their only daughter, or the horrors of war, or cancer, or abuse, or starvation.
When Alex comes online a little later, I am unsure how to act, how to relate to him just now. Being so gooey over a guy seems inappropriate at the moment, but I can’t deny that my heart skips a beat when he ‘pings’ me.
8:47pm
Alexander Armstrong
Sustenance: accomplished. Nourishment awaits. Now are we well prepared to learn the pleasure of our fair Lady, Claire.
8:48pm
Claire Nichole Eden
If you don't mind me being out of sorts... I just received some distressing news
8:48pm
Alexander Armstrong
Aww. I'm sorry to hear that. Hugs. Are you ok?
Tell me about it.
What’s your number?
Chapter EighteenIf it weren’t for my cell phone’s battery dying, Alex and I may never have hung up. Suddenly, I’m cursing my prudent decision to dispense with my landline. After our five-hour chat, I finally get ready for bed. I throw on my tank top and boxers in record time and jump into my king-size, feather-bedded, goose down-comfortered sleep oasis, my laptop poised on my legs and begging for action. Persephone has taken advantage of my absence by hogging the bulk of the bed, snoring loudly on her back, and is utterly unwakeable. Jasper is curled up on my favorite pillows. He mews, lifts a paw and employs some sort of feline mind trick that tells me, “These are not the pillows you’re looking for. Move along.”
Once situated on other pillows, I open my laptop, hoping that, like me, Alex is eager to continue our dialogue. I squeal to see he’s already written since our call. From the sunroom, I hear a fluttering of feathers and a thud. The birds are really having a tough time with my behavior and I have squealed Rosencrantz off his perch. That never would have happened to Legolas, I ponder. After all, elves can walk on snow. I laugh aloud at my goofiness, which I attribute entirely to Alex.
I start reading his message, rerouting my squealing energy into wiggly toes under the covers, so as not to disturb or up-end the birds. Persephone awakens, and, believing my moving feet to be play toys, begins to attack them with take-no-prisoners verve.
2:10am
Alexander Armstrong
I'm enraptured by you. Oh, the naughty nice things I'll share with you. I told you you create a tightness of the chest and a lack of breath. But you do something wonderful, erotic, and a few inches lower than my tum. You're the real deal, Lady Claire. And I hope it's not out of line to say je t'adore. How do you DO that? Or is it some siren's secret? I don't care. I'll just bask, and smile, and take cold showers til we meet.
2:17am
Claire Nichole Eden
Deeeeeeeeeeeeeeep breaths......... and content smiles here
Do you know we talked for more than 5 hours tonight?
2:18am
Alexander Armstrong
Time had no meaning. We slipped into eternity, where everything is present.
2:19am
Claire Nichole Eden
This feels like a dream. YOU are a dream
2:20am
Alexander Armstrong
Something momentous and intimate IS happening between us. Not like a faucet that can be turned off. It flows. We flow.
But how does one say THAT in a phone conversation????
2:22am
Claire Nichole Eden
One does it by fits and starts..... stammers and giggles...... and still makes a muddle of it....... but it’s adorable in the process
2:23am
Alexander Armstrong
God I wish I could take you in my arms and squeeze & lift you off the ground and spin you till we both dizzy fall in the sand and roll...
2:23am
Claire Nichole Eden
YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I warn you I would be laughing uncontrollably the whole time
2:23am
Alexander Armstrong
I would wish for nothing less, and that would be perfect!
See, I want to make you squeal and giggle and laugh and moan and sigh. And more.
Well, I’ve got the squealing down, as the bird’s can attest. And during our call, there was a fair amount of all of the above.
2:25am
Claire Nichole Eden
You already do all those things to me
I stifled MUCH of what was going on!!!!!!!!!
2:25am
Alexander Armstrong
I want to do it in the flesh.
You stifled nothing that I'm aware of.
2:25am
Claire Nichole Eden
Me too
and we will
And.... I stifled many a moan
I was doubled over for more than 5 mins straight in wave after wave of convulsing climax
2:26am
Alexander Armstrong
LOL I heard your moans, even the silent ones. And they arouse me in ways I've not known
2:27am
Claire Nichole Eden
I can't stop....... feeling........ ugh........... this is tiresome
I want to be on the phone with you again
2:28am
Alexander Armstrong
You read the poem. Your poem. I can't wait for your body to teach my hands and lips and mouth and tongue and all of me how to speak to you. But when I do, it will be poetry of the most timeless sort
2:28am
Claire Nichole Eden
I want to fall asleep listening to one of your tales
Will you excuse me a moment? I want to go read MY poem again
2:29am
Alexander Armstrong
I have so many. I'll share them all. If you'll listen. Go. Read. I'll wait.
With a great smile.
And blissful anticipation of your return.
I read it aloud this time and Jasper purrs in appreciation.
2:31am
Claire Nichole Eden
I am aghast
I missed soooooooo much the first time
Who knows what yet another reading will reveal
Your command of me........... takes my breath away
2:32am
Alexander Armstrong
There's more there than even I intended. But all of it came from you.
2:32am
Claire Nichole Eden
Gasp
2:33am
Alexander Armstrong
Is that a bad thing?
I think it sublime.
2:33am
Claire Nichole Eden
Only bad in the sense that ‘naughty’ is ‘bad’
2:33am
Alexander Armstrong
Naughty isn't bad. It's naughty. And nice.
2:33am
Claire Nichole Eden
But if you consider abandonment of inhibitions good
if you consider submission to another's body good
...if you consider melding with one who craves you good
then yes
it is ALL good
2:34am
Alexander Armstrong
I do. Bend to me. Come.
And as simple as that, my body is a mass of deep internal
rapture, brought on, not by a torrent of beautiful flower words, but by just one. I am in awe of his ability to instantaneously pleasure me from three thousand miles away, and with only a single word: come.
2:36am
Claire Nichole Eden
I am
and i will
You compel me
2:37am
Alexander Armstrong
Your ecstasy brought on simply by my words is a phenomena completely foreign to me. I don’t understand it, but it arouses me, and speaks to me in a voice I've never heard.
2:39am
Claire Nichole Eden
I hang on your every word
and could listen to you talk for ages upon ages
2:40am
Alexander Armstrong
And I could too, listen to you. I feel as though I didn't hear nearly enough of you. And I'm sorry for that. You excite me, though.
2:41am
Claire Nichole Eden
You simultaneously excite and soothe me
2:41am
Alexander Armstrong
I want to explore you.
2:41am
Claire Nichole Eden
And I you
for hours on end