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An affair of the body: Can it be anything more?
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Category:
Romance › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,186
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
An affair of the body: Can it be anything more?
I am still working on my other stories. ‘Promise’ and ‘Scarlet tears and a broken past’ are still being worked on. I’m on spring break so I hope to update both of them along with getting this one rolling. I hope you enjoy it.
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Moonlight cascaded in through the open windows, cool air sweeping through the room playing gentle caresses across heated flesh. A sign broke the silence, silken and musical, wrapping around the lethargic sounds of heavy breathing and deep groans. Pale red eyes closed in the darkness, dark lashes sweeping down onto snowy silken skin creating a shadow of gray over the expanse of gently flushed flesh.
Graceful, artist-like hands roamed over every inch of bare flesh as the two bodies moved in a timeless dance in the tangled sheets. The ageless waltz of enchantment and lust. A soft moan was drowned out by the harsher sounds of the other, each sound growing more strained and louder with each frantic thrust.
Strands of lavender hair flared out on the white pillows beneath the younger mans slight body as his small hands roamed the strangers body, gentle as a lover’s caress but meaningless and empty. A touch that was as deceiving as it was loving.
Beneath hooded lids, hatred flared in the younger mans pale red bedroom eyes. His lips passed over the others bare skin, moving in synchronism as the older man surged into his smaller body. This was all a game, a brief affair which always had the same ending and the same things involved.
His lips held a touch of love. He made his hands beg and caress all while his eyes burnt with hate and shame, both of which ate at his soul. His life, this was his life. A game of never ending affairs, though none were without the sought reward.
A final guttural groan escaped the older mans lips and he surged forward into the smaller mans body, hot liquid spilling out and filling the other. The older man’s body shuddered as he pushed himself up above the other, staring down with heavy breaths and beat red skin.
The younger man opened his eyes flirtatiously, his skin fairly flushed and his chest rising and falling with small even manner gasps. The older man grinned and pulled away, rolling over on the small hotel room bed with a grunt.
“Damn,” he murmured, pushing sweat drenched strands of peppered gray black hair out of his lined face with a grin. “For a brat, you were defiantly worth what I paid. I can see why you’re so favored.”
The younger man sat up from the bed, silently pulling on a white robe.
“Thank you,” he said coldly as he ran his hands through his long shoulder length lavender hair. It gleamed like silk in the light from the open window, the moons glow eclipsing him with a heavenly glow. The older man stopped, his eyes locked onto the pale vision of beauty, his clothes forgotten for a moment.
The man smirked crudely, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “You know…I don’t have to be home for another few hours…”
“Get dressed and get out,” the younger man snapped, glancing over at him with narrowed eyes. The pale red gleam there darkened the angelic appearance. “Unless you want to paid another grand?”
The man smirked icily as he pulled on his shirt and tie, pulling on a black business jacket next. He pulled a few large bills from his wallet, staring hungrily at the younger man. “Not tonight,” he whispered, walking up and touching the younger mans face. “But tell whoever you answer to to keep you. You’re worth every damned penny.”
He let out a snicker as he walked out the hotel room door, closing it loudly. The younger man ran to the door and twisted both locks, his eyes flaring in the dark, glowing in the pale lighted room. He placed his forehead against the cool oak door, glancing back at the three fifty dollar bills the man had left on the bed of tangled sheets. He felt instantly sick and took a deep breath.
He despised how those corrupt men could spend hours with a twenty-one year old prostitute and then travel home to their wives and enjoy the comfort of their own bed of lies. They didn’t feel guilty or shamed. They didn’t feel sick and unable to look at themselves.
Pulling away from the door he went to the window and closed the shades, engulfing the room in almost sheer darkness, shafts of light shining through the few opening in the blinds. He closed his eyes for a moment, fighting back the wretched shame that was always lying and burning inside of him, ignoring the tears that always hid behind his eyes. A single tear fell down his cheek as he took a deep breath, turning towards the bathroom connected to the room the other man had rented for them.
He glanced back at the tangled sheets and tossed flattened pillows, shuddering at the thought of sleeping there. He’d find somewhere else to sleep for tonight and soon he could forget it all again, at least for a while.
He walked into the bathroom glancing towards the mirror. Staring back was the face of an angel with skin as pale and smooth as new fallen snow, hair the color of spring lavender and eyes the shade of the pale red of a sunlit horizon. But what he saw was so very different.
He fought the instinct to cover his ears as his mothers last words to him echoed in his mind as they always did. It was a never ending requiem after every time.
‘You’re nothing but a filthy whore! Sinner’s go to hell, Cadence!’
Cadence closed his eyes as he closed the bathroom door, tears now escaping from behind his shadowed eyes. He smiled bitterly, avoiding the accusing stare of his own reflection once again.
“You always were right, mother,” he murmured darkly as he climbed into the shower, the icy water bulleting his skin, the sharp iciness driving away all thought for a moments reprieve.
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If you havent figured out where this is going the next chapter will more than fill you in. I hope you enjoyed this and want to hear more.
Reviews are highly appreciated.
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Moonlight cascaded in through the open windows, cool air sweeping through the room playing gentle caresses across heated flesh. A sign broke the silence, silken and musical, wrapping around the lethargic sounds of heavy breathing and deep groans. Pale red eyes closed in the darkness, dark lashes sweeping down onto snowy silken skin creating a shadow of gray over the expanse of gently flushed flesh.
Graceful, artist-like hands roamed over every inch of bare flesh as the two bodies moved in a timeless dance in the tangled sheets. The ageless waltz of enchantment and lust. A soft moan was drowned out by the harsher sounds of the other, each sound growing more strained and louder with each frantic thrust.
Strands of lavender hair flared out on the white pillows beneath the younger mans slight body as his small hands roamed the strangers body, gentle as a lover’s caress but meaningless and empty. A touch that was as deceiving as it was loving.
Beneath hooded lids, hatred flared in the younger mans pale red bedroom eyes. His lips passed over the others bare skin, moving in synchronism as the older man surged into his smaller body. This was all a game, a brief affair which always had the same ending and the same things involved.
His lips held a touch of love. He made his hands beg and caress all while his eyes burnt with hate and shame, both of which ate at his soul. His life, this was his life. A game of never ending affairs, though none were without the sought reward.
A final guttural groan escaped the older mans lips and he surged forward into the smaller mans body, hot liquid spilling out and filling the other. The older man’s body shuddered as he pushed himself up above the other, staring down with heavy breaths and beat red skin.
The younger man opened his eyes flirtatiously, his skin fairly flushed and his chest rising and falling with small even manner gasps. The older man grinned and pulled away, rolling over on the small hotel room bed with a grunt.
“Damn,” he murmured, pushing sweat drenched strands of peppered gray black hair out of his lined face with a grin. “For a brat, you were defiantly worth what I paid. I can see why you’re so favored.”
The younger man sat up from the bed, silently pulling on a white robe.
“Thank you,” he said coldly as he ran his hands through his long shoulder length lavender hair. It gleamed like silk in the light from the open window, the moons glow eclipsing him with a heavenly glow. The older man stopped, his eyes locked onto the pale vision of beauty, his clothes forgotten for a moment.
The man smirked crudely, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “You know…I don’t have to be home for another few hours…”
“Get dressed and get out,” the younger man snapped, glancing over at him with narrowed eyes. The pale red gleam there darkened the angelic appearance. “Unless you want to paid another grand?”
The man smirked icily as he pulled on his shirt and tie, pulling on a black business jacket next. He pulled a few large bills from his wallet, staring hungrily at the younger man. “Not tonight,” he whispered, walking up and touching the younger mans face. “But tell whoever you answer to to keep you. You’re worth every damned penny.”
He let out a snicker as he walked out the hotel room door, closing it loudly. The younger man ran to the door and twisted both locks, his eyes flaring in the dark, glowing in the pale lighted room. He placed his forehead against the cool oak door, glancing back at the three fifty dollar bills the man had left on the bed of tangled sheets. He felt instantly sick and took a deep breath.
He despised how those corrupt men could spend hours with a twenty-one year old prostitute and then travel home to their wives and enjoy the comfort of their own bed of lies. They didn’t feel guilty or shamed. They didn’t feel sick and unable to look at themselves.
Pulling away from the door he went to the window and closed the shades, engulfing the room in almost sheer darkness, shafts of light shining through the few opening in the blinds. He closed his eyes for a moment, fighting back the wretched shame that was always lying and burning inside of him, ignoring the tears that always hid behind his eyes. A single tear fell down his cheek as he took a deep breath, turning towards the bathroom connected to the room the other man had rented for them.
He glanced back at the tangled sheets and tossed flattened pillows, shuddering at the thought of sleeping there. He’d find somewhere else to sleep for tonight and soon he could forget it all again, at least for a while.
He walked into the bathroom glancing towards the mirror. Staring back was the face of an angel with skin as pale and smooth as new fallen snow, hair the color of spring lavender and eyes the shade of the pale red of a sunlit horizon. But what he saw was so very different.
He fought the instinct to cover his ears as his mothers last words to him echoed in his mind as they always did. It was a never ending requiem after every time.
‘You’re nothing but a filthy whore! Sinner’s go to hell, Cadence!’
Cadence closed his eyes as he closed the bathroom door, tears now escaping from behind his shadowed eyes. He smiled bitterly, avoiding the accusing stare of his own reflection once again.
“You always were right, mother,” he murmured darkly as he climbed into the shower, the icy water bulleting his skin, the sharp iciness driving away all thought for a moments reprieve.
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If you havent figured out where this is going the next chapter will more than fill you in. I hope you enjoyed this and want to hear more.
Reviews are highly appreciated.