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Changes A bonding of primary partners

This came about because of a very long distance relationship I had many years ago with someone I met online and loved even more as we flew back and forth across the country, so I toyed a bit with our story about my delightful and sensuous muse. I hadn't written anything before her time in my life. But I found a deep gentle voice that still resides within me today. While SLS is about swinging, the bond of the primary partners can be forgotten, but not by those that chose that one person above all others, no matter how much they may eventually chose to play.

Changes…

1

His unbuttoned silk shirt hung loosely over his shoulders as he sauntered into the room and stopped in his tracks a few feet before her. Like a soft fall breeze the satin sheet she held fell to the floor and along with it any of her pretenses...

He could feel his breath catch at one point and he had to will himself to keep breathing as he stood motionless.

The soft, almost shy smile that bloomed on her face was enough to tell him just how pleased she was to finally meet him in person and the depth of her trust.

There was something between them they couldn't understand, nor did they try to. Their worlds couldn't be more different. And yet it was simply an understanding between them that transcended words somehow and went directly to the center of their souls. It was a rare and subtle sensation that caused their minds to interweave like so many flowered vines online.

It always brought to his mind the vineyards he grew up in as a boy. The muted misty colours of morning dew amidst the haze of a new day. The way the grays of early morning grew into the deep blues of the sky and the rich greens and purples of the dusty gr*pes in the foreground made him think of home. He could almost smell the moist rich earth that stretched beneath his feet in those days gone by. To her mind there was comfort in the eyes she longed to become a part of. Piercing wasn't what would have come to her mind, if she even thought of naming it, no. It was more of a gentle nudge, a theft, yes, a theft of willpower and of the trials of her life back home away from this lush island she found herself on now. There was tender haunting strength in those eyes that brought comfort to those who allowed themselves to be open to them. And for those that felt the dark eyes looking upon them so gently as she did now, the world became a mystery whose joys were always about to unfold. It was a heady feeling to allow ones self to let go enough to become so enraptured in that under current of caring and wanting, mixed with that hungry undercurrent of lust, knowing it was for you alone. She tried to tell herself that those eyes had seen thousands of women in his audience and behind the stages, but none of that mattered now. All the songs he wrote and the famous people he knew through his fame simply didn't matter to her either, especially not here, as she looked into those eyes. Just now they were only several feet from each other after what seemed like an eternity of phone calls from distant lands in the middle of the night, the cards and letters that came unexpectantly and more than that, was the open desire mixed with laughter that flowed from him always from the start as they typed to each other online. As the emotions lazily swam just beneath the surface inside them like Koi fish in a pond, nothing more eloquently simple than the words spoken through the centuries by old and young alike would do... "I love you" was felt but went unspoken at the moment; there was simply no need to utter those simple words just now, there was time... Behind him through the large open glass French doors, the sky was turning a rich shade of crimson. The electric blue of the Mediterranean Sea was dimming its lights for another evening filled with the westerly wind that came off the ocean bringing that salty fragrance to the room.

And still in her mind, there was nothing to compare with the man that stood before her. For her there was no life unless it was shared, and bared, to that one soul that touched her so right now. The world itself could vanish beyond this room and it would go unnoticed. The candles she placed about the room flickered with the breeze and played on his face, making his eyes sparkle as if fireflies were hidden just below his brow. They made a dancing mosaic of silhouettes on the walls like wild ghosts dancing. She had taken a chance and left her world for a short time to surprise him after what seemed like a year of torture. It had taken two planes with countless hours in the air along with a bumpy boat ride. In addition, there was calling here when she knew he wasn't around to talk to the housekeeper with the heavy accent and booming laugh. But right now, standing before Crash, as the rest of the world knew him, it was worth it.

“My God….. I can’t believe you... came all the way... here!” He stammered in that incredulous voice she had come to know so well. He seemed to slide across the floor smiling, but clearly stunned.

He took Jean in his arms and buried his face in her neck and lifted her off the ground twirling about the room half laughing with moist eyes and kissing her neck, cheeks and eyes. He placed her gently on the floor and held her as if she were a rare porcelain statue and realized just how good she felt against his body. That feeling of having her so near changed flavors as his breathing deepened as he felt her enticing breasts pressed against him. Taking her face in his hands he looked into her eyes for only a moment before kissing her, slowly at first, tentatively savoring each movement of her mouth and tongue against his, exploring and slaking the thirst that had grown within him. That first kiss alone was Christmas morning and fawns playing in a meadow, children with sticky faces from cotton candy faithfully holding a trusted hand and so much more. It was joy and love and soaring spirit rolled into the tender arms around him caressing his naked back, pulling him closer.

“I wasn't sure if…” She began “Shhhhh….. don't…” He told her gently. “Let me hold you to me. I've wanted this for too long, it feels like a lifetime has passed since I felt this way.” And with that, he kissed her neck and went slowly toward her cleavage. Slipping his arm behind her legs, he lifted her into his arms and began to walk across the room, never letting her smile interrupt the kisses that astounded him.

Come on seize the wildness of the moment!

Feel the movement of the moon.

Swans fly with wings wide open to the sky

Like a wild wave of birds goin’ by

I know our souls will fly!

B-52’s

1

She had made an act of faith by coming across the world to surprise him. She dreamt of the promise of love and trust eternal as he had entered the room to see her standing amidst the folds of the sheet she once held around her. Crash was not about to let that hope of something special between them slip away from him just now.

Jean's hair fell about her face like a corona as she sank into the downy soft blue comforter. As he held himself above her on his hands and knees the wirery muscles of his arms held him just far enough above her to keep from having full contact with her, save her breasts. Those sweet nubs were ever so gently brushing against his chest as he kissed her deeply between winded breaths. It wasn't from carrying her, but from being so tenderly embraced by the electricity they shared. She writhed beneath him trying to pull him closer by grasping at his back but he held his ground above her. The feel of her desire only made the restraint sweeter to him somehow. She clawed tenderly, insistently, at him, commanding satisfaction. It tugged at his being but he focused on the kisses they eagerly shared. Not wanting to rush, but wanting so much of her at the same time was tearing at his will power. He could feel her wandering hands pull at his cheeks as they dipped below his waistband. The urge to hurry grew inside him as much as it ached in his loins and still he held his ground, placing urgent deep kisses to Jean's lips only to tear himself away at times to revel in the sweetness of her neck and shoulders. As he kissed the nap of her neck, it made him weaken inside more. It was then that her perfume wafted through him, sweet and exotic, with a hint of her warm breath in his ear as she sighed softly those tender murmurings it seemed he had never heard sound so earnest before. There was an honest wanton flavor to them that said there would be no pretense between them, just the open desire that they had nurtured over the last year of longing for each other from far away.

Jean's eyes shined up at him in soft pleadings as her hands belied her eagerness to be closer to this man who kept himself inches away. The two cats curled up near the warm hearth in their languid way & watched with their typical boredom reflected in their faces. Crash was unwilling to restrain himself from Jean much longer as his kisses slipped to her cleavage and toyed with the hardened nubs that seemed to beg for attention. He alternated between them both, wanting them both at the same time, and as he let himself rest gently on top of Jean, he began to nuzzle his face over them with a caress that would have rivaled a mother holding her young. Soft and caring were his motions, yet charged with such restrained excitement. He could feel the heat of her body against his skin and let out a muffled moan while she toyed with his hair and nudged his face deeper into her bosom.

Lower still his kisses went, not hurriedly though, but completely covering her soft belly as she moved against him only adding that sense of urgency of her own. As he toyed with her belly button between his lips, he could feel that very tiny tuft of curly hair nudging against his collar bone, calling to him, as the scent of her mixed with Poeme perfume began to fill his mind. Jean's skin telegraphed a delightful nuance of her sensuality and locked it into his subconscious. His hands explored the curves of her body in a knowing way as he slipped them beneath her legs. He slid lower on the king sized bed and wrapped his arms around her legs.

He could feel her hips move towards his face as he became awash in her tender naked lips. So soft and sweet were they that his exploration became more earnest with each passing moment. There was something incredibly sexy about her that made it seem like such a refreshing openness to his mind. As if those few curly hairs, were there to taunt him about some wonderful secret within her. Jean's mind was reeling from the sensations that silently screamed through her and nestled close to her heart as it beat heavily in her chest. Her hips moved as if trying to become part of him, always moving with an inner rhythm that was as old as life itself. Crash could see her hands wandering over her breasts taking time to toy with those nubs when she wasn't running her fingers through his hair. The sight of her touching herself seemed so natural and sexy to him that when he did look away, he was caught off guard when she sat up and pulled him up towards her on the bed with a mischievous smile. The soft lips played across her own as the scent of her filled the back ground of their searching kisses like the chirping of crickets on a still summer night.

Once you really listened, they were all around you and somehow you wondered how you thought the night was silent before. Jean rolled smoothly over him and held his hands at bay while she caressed Crash's neck and chest with her face, mixing in tiny kisses while she reveled in the feel of him beneath her. She began to move against his pleasure in slow strokes of her hips stopping for an instant before sliding back down over him, teasing him while she listened to the quiet quaver of his breath, her eyes closing at times, concentrating on every fiber of her being. Slipping lower she found his waistband was taught and fighting a loosing battle of containing him. With deliberate pace she ran her teeth over the fabric and felt his hands flex into fists and push against her strength testing her desire to keep him from touching her. Jean ran her cheek over the strained fabric several times and pulled at the band with her teeth.

Slowly letting go of his wrists, she teased him with the heat of her breath and small touches of her tongue. She let him glide over her lips as she pursed them along his length only to take him within suddenly.

Crash could only let out a sharp guttural moan as his body pushed towards her instinctively. Though well seasoned through time he could feel that tender searing heat reach deep into his loins as pleasure spread through him in a rolling tide that had yet to crash on the shore. This was no simple girl that swirled her mouth around him in some drunken frenzy because of who he was in the world. She was there simply because of the man she knew beneath the façade others saw. He hadn’t even been completely honest with Jean in the beginning. But she had taken the news of who he really was rather well when he thought of it but… People had always wanted something from him. A record deal, a picture signed, free tickets, or a notch on their belt which gave them some sense of being special by association.

Jean however, not knowing his real identity at first always saw the man, not the trappings of his fame he later told her of. The difference was like black and white that never touched some gray area in between for him. He wanted desperately to trust that feeling because it was beyond what he had known for so long that memory faded into the distant past.

Just now he would be willing to give the world for that moment in time to stay frozen, never to fade into reality once more where time moved along. He felt all things were simply gone save for this one moment.

When Jean slowly lifted her head and looked up at him smiling he knew that somehow it would be impossible to ever find words that would let her know how deeply the gift of that promise of love eternal she shared with him had cut into his soul. It was no longer simply two bodies together; though that was so erotically sweet between them, it could easily be more than enough to hope for. She silkily made her way up to his face making it a slow sexy journey, nibbled on his ear and whispered “Lets get something to eat, I'm starved and, we have time, I don't want to rush... All the while, she toyed with his chest hair. “Is there a good place around here?” His face fell a bit for the slightest of moments as his mind switched gears. Slowly they dressed while talking of where to go for steaks. It seemed calling his chef was not an option for her.

Jean’s heels clicked across the marble floor and bounced off the high gilded ceiling as they entered the night holding hands...

It was a hot summer night and the beach was burning

There was fog rolling over the sand

When I listen to your heart I hear the whole world turning

I see the stars shooting through your trembling hands.

Meat Loaf

2

The light of day had faded like an old pair of jeans leaving a dull glow of crimson along the seam of the horizon. It gave a strange sensation of falling back through time for Jean as her mind swirled with the sensations of just moments ago and the sight of the town far below that was nestled along the shore at the base of this mountaintop. Already the lights had come on in most of the small shops there.

As a man held the door open on the sleek black Tesstarossa she looked back at the castle perched behind her. It seemed to be standing guard against enemies long dead and forgotten. Crash had mentioned that some design magazine had been there days before to do a shoot there for this month’s issue. She could understand that looking at the Gothic nature and size of his home. Only the tell tale electric lights inside the torches scattered about gave away its true place in time. What a wonderful display of architecture there was, from the stone walls to the arched lead glass windows; with their softly colored display of lights from within.

All framed to perfection with vines and the seemingly casual display of plants about the grounds. But nothing matched the beauty of the pounding sweetness of uncertainty and excitement that lay inside as her adventure unfolded before her minds eye.

Crash was holding a grin that sometimes slipped into a knowing smile while he pulled away from the house. He kept glancing at Jean while waiting for the custom iron gates to open. This wasn't lost on Jean who also noticed the large gates depiction's of gr*pe vines, wine glasses and guitars at the end of the wide circular driveway that kept the gurgling fountain a safe distance from even the largest of limos. It was the opulence of money stirred well with a swizzle stick of his taste for music and fun. As the gravel crunched beneath the black Tesstarossa tires on the winding drive down the mountain towards town they held hands. Even in that there was the soft playful way he toyed with her, running his fingers over hers in a probing sensitive way that made even this simple thing a tactile pleasure for her senses. They spoke of their past talks online and the secret flight to see him, his staffs deception of her arrival, and touched on so many other things that it would blend into only a feeling that slipped gently into one's mind and tickled the face into a smile.

Entering the old town Jean felt the eyes of the townspeople shift to them with a knowing smile somehow. He was their resident star and beneficiary to many of their causes. It made such an impression on Jean that she couldn't help but giggle at the thought of it. It was as if she was in the parade she had always said she wanted for her birthday. As they pulled in front of a small eatery, a man wiping his hands on his apron welcomed them with what seemed to be a real pleasure from years of knowing each other well, of sharing some of their life secrets with each other like old dear friends. They greeted each other with a hug and to her surprise the innkeeper suddenly slipped around the car before she could open the door and took her hand as she stepped out. His well-worn face was a painting in the making; it was so full of life and charm. As he introduced himself, he guided her around the car with such care that she was touched. The accents here were strange to her ear but wonderful. To be treated like royalty made a heady mix of laughter and wonder ring in her mind like a far off church bell calling the devout through the fields for a moments thanks for the fruits of their lives, for a simple saying of grace before a well earned glass of wine and home made bread. Through it all, Jean showed no pretense, or anything but happiness; but secretly she hoped she was hiding her amazement at it all.

They were seated at a table off to the side by the fireplace that seemed to have an invisible barrier around it, as if it was put there just for them. Looking out the window Jean could see the ocean undulating in the gathering night as the moon glinted on the waves. The steaks ordered and drinks set before them, the soft talk before them was jostled about between laughter and touching hands. By the time the food had arrived Crash had waved to ten people or so as they had entered. It was as if they were above intruding by coming over to the table but not above saying hello in passing to their friend and his guest. Slowly the steaks went between chuckles and warm smiles but the drink flowed much quicker, or so it seemed. At the end of dinner, Crash sat back a bit from the table and asked Jean if she minded meeting some friends. He was happy to see it was and in a moments time there were a dozen people about the table chatting happily and introducing themselves with a drink in one hand and a story about some of the exploits of her man.

She was thrilled to hear about the other side of him that the world would never know. Silly things really, falling in the mud while trying to push an old mans cart out of a hole in the pavement in the rain, helping a woman in town send her boy to school for art. It began to seem as if he were everywhere at once and at the same time, having the time of his life. The crowd laughed as they in turn added to the tales and always raised a glass to Crash, never forgetting the charming woman that had by now danced with several of them with Crash's and the crowds approval. The wine was loosening up the crowd and couples were off on their own or were telling stories while drinking and laughing richly when Crash turned to her and asked if she would mind going to another place he had in mind. As they said their good-bye's amid promises to return, he turned to her and gently moved the hair from her brow and kissed her slowly, holding her so close that it seemed their bodies touched from head to toe. The crowd smiled and raised glasses and hooted in a friendly way until the door closed behind them.

Arm in arm they climbed into the car almost with nary a faulty step and drove into the night. The winding roads made Jean's head spin as they rounded corner after corner and Crash pointed out things along the way. He told her of a short cut that would take a lot of time off traveling. All they needed to do, he told her, was to go over an embankment and down a steep hill and between two trees and across a small stream and cut through a barn… Jean, not knowing of the joke being played on her, nodded in agreement until he told her of jumping an unfinished bridge… As she looked at him talking with a calm look, he pulled up to a building just across the street from where they had eaten! He got out and rather matter of factly and announced “We’re here!” with a smile. As Jean looked about, she realized the joke and playfully chastised him, hitting his arm in a playful way for leading her down the garden path as he did. Though she did admit that she was beginning to think, him crazy when he talked of cutting through the barn and jumping the bridge. For him it was still entertaining and sweet to know just how trusting she was.

Once inside the bistro, their eyes adjusted to the flashing lights and darkness. It was as if they had gone to New York, such was the contrast of the club. The decor was simple but pleasant, the music, she would come to find was a mix of rock and dance tunes that called to her. Sitting in a small slightly raised balcony afforded them a view of everyone, from the women dancing next to their men by the bar to the elderly couple with absolutely no rhythm joyfully lost swaying with each other next to the head bangers listening to some ACDC song and playing air guitars. Jean found it such a strange mix of people that the smile on her face simply wouldn't go away! The bartender was at the table just as they sat down and took their orders of double Kamikaze's and a pitcher of beer. The music called Jean to the floor and hand in hand they went to the open space. On the way she saw the looks in the eyes of some of the men they passed, it did her ego no harm as she walked slowly past them smiling. Once there, she moved slowly like a cat in heat, soft and tremendously seductive so that Crash had to check himself to keep from smothering her in kisses at every opportunity. It was as if the people there gave them room to move as they wished, never crowding in too close and always, it seemed watchful of her movements.

Crash could see some of the men watch her move and knew instinctively what was going through their mind as he fought the urge to hold her close to him. The music mingled effortlessly with her movements in unison making the notes themselves come alive as they played, almost as if they were new sounds in his mind. There was something incredibly sexy in the way she moved. It was as if she danced for him alone, that somehow she knew instinctively what would pull at his heart and make it skip a beat. Each movement brought a new sensation to his mind more enticing than the last until he thought he would burst inside. Several songs later when they left the dance floor with several of the men watching, she went to the bar closest to them. Before he could order drinks, they were set before them with a warm smile. Crash could see the lights play across her face as they caught their breath and toasted each other. Several others at the bar raised their glasses in unison towards them as if they knew them both for years.

As the night wore on the drinks seemed to flow like water and the dancing of the crowd grew hotter. People came and went during the night and they seemed to know Crash well enough to say Hi and shake his hand before moving on but several stayed to talk with her & Crash. There were some that paid a lot of attention to one or the other but most moved on in their own time. When they weren't talking to each other she joined the others in conversation. Crash saw the ease with which she moved from subject to subject, from sheep dogs to hunting, on to guns, to places in the states. Always with a smile and always interested in the topic at hand.

There was a simple grace about her that glowed from within that acted like a magnet to anyone near. As the night grew late he whispered in her ear and soon enough, their good-byes were said with everyone wanting a hug, they were off again into the night. The stars shone down unnoticed as they staggered slightly giggling in the salty breeze. Having the top down prompted him to lift her over the low door and drop her gently into the seat and kiss her deeply before getting in himself.

As they drove off with furtive glances at each other, she remembered well their talks late into the night and the thought of being naughty was too irresistible to her. With a small smile she let her hand slip just below her skirt as she hunkered down slightly in her seat, the flashes of earlier in the day still fresh in her mind tugged at her. Her fingers slid along that tender place she knew so well. At first, it was more a case of a fun exercise to entertain the two of them with the sensual way that was hers to enjoy and share. But Crash noticed once again how beautiful she was to his heart and eyes and the pleasure on her face. The car veered close to the edge of the road several times as he tried to break the spell of the sight before him. When she took his hand and placed it under hers, there was just no way to keep driving for long. Pulling off the road onto a tiny dirt road quickly was the best he could do, Before he earned his nickname for real.

He alternated between trying to catch his breath and looking deep into those eyes that took him away from the world and wrapped him in the soft wanton sexuality that flowed so easily between them. As Jean moved against his hand he could hear those delicate sounds from her that touched him so. His heart was once again filled with the promise that seemed to come to him so clearly. It spoke to his heart of tenderness and passion unending, of time spent with your soul safely in the hands of another. Such was the mix of trust so endearing that made the heady mix of being near her so intense.

When she couldn't let this go on anymore she put his hand to his lips as she climbed over to him and rested her back on the edge of the windshield and slipped her legs over the seat to either side of him.

He could feel his muscles twitch the way they did when something touched him so intensely. It was if his body needed to shake off that intensity just to deal with the pleasure of ecstasy that sent his mind reeling while he tasted her honey on his lips. In time with his breathing, he could feel the movement before him quicken until at last those warm legs closed on his head she let go of those last threads of reality in a shuddering gasp of delight.

As she slid to his lap and kissed him deeply, his wet lips seemed to become an extension of herself and yet a separate wonderful addition at the same time. As they held each other close, it felt as if the warm waves in the distance were washing over her. To feel the comfort and tenderness that bound them was to know what it was to loose yourself time and time again only to find that the world was sweet beyond belief because of the one person that you let share your own heart.

Crash seemed to always think of other people’s lyrics at times like this. There was an old Meatloaf tune that seemed to echo in his head. And now was no exception.

As the tune played in the distant corner of his mind, it felt as if this was the terrifying essence of a joining beyond all that he had known before.

It was his universe shrunk to the size of a single beating heart...

3

Well I left my happy home to see what I could find out

I left my folks and friends when I came to clear my mind out

So on and on I go, seconds tick the time out

There’s so much left to know and I’m on the road to find out

In the end I’ll know but on the way I wonder

Cat Stevens

Crash reluctantly eased the car onto the road though his mind was still parked on the side road reliving those sweet moments. It was all he could do to keep the car from veering as images splashed across his thoughts. Almost with a 6th sense Jean gently stroked his arm and reminded him that it was OK to be here with her by his side. That the world only seemed to stop. But she told him.. “remember, THE CAR IS MOVING NEXT TO A CLIFF SO PAY ATTENTION CRASH!” Her voice raised in volume as her smile grew with feigned anger until they glanced at each other. It shook him out of his daze. From then on, they couldn’t look at each other without laughing and making jokes about his names sake.

He finally told her how he really got that name. What he told her was that he would be on the road trying to take care of so much, going from plane to hotels to concert halls to parties and all the other things involved in a tour and began sleeping almost anywhere; in a phone booth, the bathroom, sitting on an amp and once even on a ladder. So when anyone asked where he was, they would say he "crashed" and the name stuck. But he did admit that he’d had a few accidents while playing around, mostly with snowmobiles and such. Still, she liked the name and so even to her right now, that’s how she thought of him. There were hundreds of things she wanted to know, but inside her, there were those questions that could only be answered over time. Some can be answered in mere minutes but others took years. Tonight, as she rode along the edge of the ocean so far from home, the thought of some of those questions swimming deep inside her being answered gave her a warm nervous excitement.

The wind blew back her hair in golden ribbons. Crash found his way through winding roads and hairpin turns. Jean wasn’t watching where they were headed. She knew that nothing could ruin the night or her mood. The smell of warm salt air was delicious as they rounded the bend; the sea was laid out in front of them. On the left were docks filled with every size boat from rowboats to several enormous yachts and trawlers.

They pulled over by the beach on the cobblestone road. The guttural tone of the engine stopped as Crash slipped out of the car faster than Houdini with handcuffs. For the first time she could hear the surf slipping over the sand as he opened her door. The ¾ moon and the lights on the dock gave the world a dim glow. Pulling his shirt over his head, he walked through the sand to the waters edge with her. “I feel like a swim are you game Hon?” He said smoothly. Just as calmly, she simply asked if there was anything she needed to know. “No, we won’t be bothered here by anyone or anything, don’t worry!” With that, she slipped off her shoes and began to undress. She was shaking her head slightly mumbling something about being in Rome. But inside she was thrilled at the ease and comfort between them. Also at seeing this man somehow show her a confidence in herself she had only dreamt of. Standing before each other there was just that little blush of modesty. It wasn’t from shame but from the way he looked at her. There was that strength again she saw before. He looked her in the eyes as he stepped toward her. Without a word, he put his arms around her gently pulled them together. With a sweep of his hand, he moved her hair and kissed her passionately and she responded so sincerely that Jean found her eyes were moist with joy and her breath caught in her throat for an instant.

A moment later, he took her hand and yelled “C’mon!” With that, Crash went bounding into the water hand in hand as exuberantly as a kid, splashing his way deeper until he dove in. The water was a cool contrast to the warm night air but not cold. As they swam out a couple of yards, they came closer. He half stood there in the water until she wrapped herself around his back with her legs, then found his lips were salty and charged with desire for her.

Crash held her ass in his hands and felt her move against him as her muscles tightened around him. She felt the effect she had on him as she pulled her head back and floated. His manhood slipped past her lips slowly, repeatedly. With every movement, there was that cool sensation from the water. That juxtaposition of hot and cool was so naturally enticing that she wanted him to delve into that warm sacred place. To fulfill the desire that had been building for so long in her mind with this man would be a Godsend. So lost was she in that he thought that she didn’t notice the trembling hands that were moving her body against his rhythmically.

Crash couldn’t clearly understand why his hands felt shaky but an unpleasant thought crossed his mind. Models that most men would never even meet in person were women he dated. There were always women at his shows looking for fun of any kind that Crash or his crew could think of, though he found it distasteful somehow and quickly put distance between him and them.

She felt him suddenly give way and let that sweet moment pass from them and float away. It was as noticeable as the change of seasons to her. He slid her to him and held her tightly and gasped quietly for air belying the way his chest pounded. When she tried to speak, he hushed her quietly until she pressed him again. All he would say was that he wanted her very much. She looked at Crash for a brief moment, simply smiled warmly, kissed him, then poked him in the belly yelling “Tag! Your it!” as she jumped away and began to swim in the other direction.

How can you see into my eyes like open doors

Leading you down into my core

where I’ve become so numb without a soul

My spirit sleeping somewhere cold

until you find it there and lead it back home

Wake me up inside, Wake me up inside

Call my name and save me from the dark

Evanescence

4

Crash was so confused by this it took him a moment to give chase. But sometimes the journey is the best reason for the trip so he went after her laughing. When he finally caught her, she dunked him a couple times until he grabbed her feet and flipped her over. This made her cry out “Uncle!” between laughing and splashing him. Panting from the chase, he led her from the water and grabbed their clothes and darted away. “Hey wait a second there!” She protested. He outran her and dodged well enough to avoid capture. Simply saying “Follow me!” With a chuckle. “Lets get cleaned up and shower, then you can have these back if you still want them.” With that, he turned and went to the docks with her trailing behind slightly, watching his body as she went.

The dock creaked as water slapped the boats tied there. They found their way to a small trawler and climbed aboard carefully slipping between nets and ropes stacked about the deck. This was no pleasure vessel, it had seen many years of hard labor and storms. It smelled of fish and oil and other things she couldn’t identify nor cared to try.

Below deck, there was a rather decrepit kitchen with a table bolted to the floor surrounded by a very worn booth covered in stains. Crash opened the bathroom door and offered the shower to Jean first. “So what do you think of it?” He asked while sorting out the clothes. “Honestly?” “Always Hon.” “Well, if you keep me here…” she said looking around. “for about a week with what I need we can clean it up and give it a woman’s touch!”

Nodding her head up and down as she talked. “Huh?” Was all he could muster until his mind caught up. “Let me get this straight. You fly half way around the world to meet me and you want to stay here and work on the boat like your working at your fathers and fixing it up instead of staying at the house? I don’t get it!” There was that incredulous voice of his that almost sounded like a cartoon character. It made her hide the giggle that was about to escape.

“Crash, did you ever read the book Venus and Mars? Wait, never mind. Trust me, your thinking like a guy, OK? I only came here to be with you but if you need to get this place fixed up then let’s do it, to-geth-errrrr… and that way I’ll learn more about you then if we stay in that damn castle on the mountain you have. Frankly its way too big, a great place but…” She looked at him and found he had the face of a dog that heard a strange sound.

“Hellooooo… Oy… Let me put it in tiny pieces for ya. I’m not attracted to you for what you have dummy! I’m crazy enough to come here because YOU are here. I’d be pissed off with myself if I never met you and I’d regret it later! Now what do you want to do? Do you want to spend time fixing up the place together or what?” Even Crash could recognize the exasperation in her voice. It was the first time he heard it from her and it gave him a slightly queasy feeling. It was almost as if the small butterflies in him had all suddenly popped.

“Weelllll???” “Give me a second and take your clothes. Here’s a towel,” He said shyly as he handed them to her. “Why?” “I’ll tell you, but…” Suddenly he burst out after a deep breath. “You know what one of the fish are they catch around here? I’ll tell you, sharks. And that’s what I live with, work with, talk to, hang out with all the time. I don’t blame you for being upset with me but when we started talking online and you didn’t know who I was, things were really simple. We had spent so much time talking about almost everything online or on the phone. I looked forward to that more and more, at the same time I still liked my life Hon. But you were more real than people I see all the time. At first when I told you I was a technical writer, that was OK with you. Then when I told you the truth about me I thought you would either be mad or, look... I’m sorry, but I thought you might turn into a shark, it’s happened before.” He couldn’t look at her. He felt ashamed and embarrassed as he toyed with his clothes. “Come with me but please let me finish before you say anything.” And with that, Crash turned around only to look back at the floor at her feet for a moment. “By the way, Nicholas who owns this trawler would never clean it. He says that a fishing boat should always be a fishing boat, whatever that means.” He continued on his way without waiting. It was a good thing too because Jean was mumbling “sonofabitch” under her breath in disbelief as she began to follow. As he reached the deck and found his way to the dock, he sat down and put his head in his hands.

“I should have known but I never know who I can trust... and the damn sharks they keep circling and, and everyone… And you show up in my room and…” He fell silent just then sitting there shaking his head looking at his bare feet.

“OK! I’ve heard enough.” She said in what he thought sounded like a normal tone of voice. “”My turn! And you can just hear what I say for a bit!” She wanted to shut him up without turning him off. “I feel sorry that you can’t trust the people around you, that they see you as only a check, or a deal, and I won't even get into the scenes of conquest they shove at you. And yes, when I found out who you were for real, I thought Wow! Look, if you feel bad about all this and want to make it up to me, you can.” As her words sunk in, he looked in her eyes like a dog that just wet the rug. “First off, can we get warm someplace I’m starting to get cold out here?” With that, he covered her up with the towel he had and started to apologize.

“No no no, I’m not done!” Just come with me.” He squeezed in and helped her up as they began to walk. “Secondly, try not to dump me into the shark pool again. There’s a lot I understand about people, but I have a bunch of things to learn about you and I that we’re going to have to talk about Mister! And one other thing. Don’t ever stop doing me again like you did before in the water! You’re driving me nuts!” And with that she pulled him close kissing him as sweetly as they had the first time. But she cut the kiss off and pulled back suddenly, and asked “And where the Hell are we going with almost nothing on?”………………..

Baby take off your coat.... real slow.

Take off your shoes... I'll take off your shoes.

Baby take off your dress... Yes yes yes.

You can leave your hat on!

Joe Cocker

5 Crash barely looked over his shoulder as his bare feet hit the dock. His clothes hung over his shoulder looking like a comical rope in several colours. Behind him he could see her face in his mind. That quizzical look that he saw before on her he was sure was in full bloom like Tulips in Holland just before cultivation. It was hard for her to tell if his seemingly faulty step was made by the dock or the drinks as they headed toward the car.

"I'm going someplace warm and... ummm... well... just trust me?" He said as he spun slowly and reached out for her hand. She tilted her head and her eyes seemed to squint a bit as her mind wondered what he had in mind for a split second as she took his hand with the unspoken understanding of trust unlimited. As they got to the car he slipped the clothes from her hand and threw them in the car along with his own. Though the sight of those delicate points pressing on her thin wet shirt were adorable he slipped his hands around her waist and in one swift move, left her topless in the night air. "Oh now just a sec..." "Shhhhh..." Was enough of an order to quiet her as he slipped behind the wheel and put the top up.

With the low growl of the engine came warm air from the dash as it pulled onto the gravel road and turned away from the sands of time left below the waves. She hadn't known that she would find herself sitting in a car with this man and discovering that with him, her modesty was something peculiar. It was the equivalent of a disliked family guest stopping by. It was briefly endured but there was always a sigh of relief when they left. And so it was that she put aside her thoughts and turned her attention to him driving in nothing more than his briefs. She wanted to see him, trying to make an assessment of him separate from all that she knew, the hype, and conversations, the fame, the lust that flowed so easily between them. He wasn't the most handsome man she knew, but there was something there behind the eyes she couldn't put her finger on. As Crash slipped between gears he turned and asked. "What?" With that clue she looked at the face she had come to know so quickly. "Nothing, just thinking about the day. Do you make it a habit of driving around almost naked?" Was all she said with a giggle and the blank earnest smile a woman can put on her face when lying. Looking around she noticed they had climbed back up towards the house, but it looked different somehow. As Crash drove up to a stone wall a door opened and the car slid into the darkness beyond a silent door.

There beyond the headlights glow were unfamiliar shapes. Small blinking lights peeked out on one side like glowing eyes blinking in the dark. The other side was as dark as a black hole. With a simple word of invitation He slipped from the car like a cat whose slumber was interrupted abruptly. She was about to ask where they were when the light came on far above giving everything an even glow.

Those eyes turned into amps, sound boards, mixers, all arranged in a studio. Guitars were lined up against one wall and strewn about the floor were even more guitars on stands. It was an odd mix though. Though the walls were made to fit the need, there was no disguising the large heavy stone walls that stretched around the walls and eventually arched some 30 feet above her head like a medieval church. The only thing that gave it a modern touch was the stage rigging that held the lighting. As she scanned the vast opening she found herself in, her eyes followed around the room and past the car. On the other side was a screen that could have come from a small movie house. The room had thick carpets with deeply upholstered chairs, sofas and low tables. She saw a large but comfortable space for a party of friends. Covering the walls were tapestries mounted on large black poles with finials. As she took in the sights around her Crash appeared from a bar in the corner with glasses in hand.

"I have a few things to drink around, what would you like?" He said with a smile.The look on her face was that of someone that was just asked to give the answer to a complex math problem. "Can I have something to put on first???" She asked with a mildly mocking obvious exasperation.

"Right! Sorry! Ummm... come with me. I'm kind of used to living alone and.... " Was all he could muster as he led her, his voice trailing off.

Through the carved wooden double doors there was what seemed to be private quarters done with an eclectic look with plush overstuffed furniture, dark exotic woods and a touch of a rather Goth look from the gas light torches on the stone walls.

He slipped from the far room and opened a bath robe that he wrapped around her gently then slipped on one for himself.

"This is where I normally live. When I come home it's not to the upstairs. That's only because people always think I should live like that, but I did get a good deal on it believe it or not." He said with a shrug as he picked up the phone and held up 1 finger while stepping away. In a moment he returned.

"Mind if I look around?" She asked matter of factly but was secretly dying to see what the rest of the place was like.

Slowly walking around the room she noticed pictures on the tables. People she didn’t know; not rock stars or movie stars, just family she guessed. A Rodin statue of a cowboy on a horse. Greek columns in the corners of the room held a music box and a kaleidoscope on one, the other, a vase of hand blown glass. When she looked closely at the vase she saw worlds spinning around a sun in the middle of a galaxy so finely portrayed that it was difficult to move on. Spaced around the room were large arched windows filled with stained glass depicting scenes. Joan of Ark, The Perinon Monks with champagne, and The Beatles Sergeant Peppers album to name a few.

A door to her left opened to a cavernous bedroom. The carved canopy bed stood eight feet high. It had heavy spiral columns at the corners with intertwined gr*pe vines. As she walked through the room she found a bathroom that was as large as her fathers’ house first floor. Local stone was used for the floors. They looked like they were cut from the night sky. There was a tub she could have friends over and serve breakfast in. The walk in shower was large enough for four people easily but she noticed silver rings on the walls and a grin came to her like good news from a phone call. As she walked back through the bedroom she noticed the walk in closets and the large screen TV nestled between shelving with books with video and stereo equipment and the fireplace. There was one room that had a locked door. She walked on and sat on the bed looking around the room. Jean flopped back on the bed and started to laugh. There over her head she saw herself in a mirror.

She just couldn’t resist. She opened her robe and started running her hands over her body watching as they slid over her chest and down her sides until they found that tuft of hair, Her finger slid slowly up that soft place a few times before she sat up shaking her head and closing her robe as she headed for the living room. As she got to the door he was standing in the doorway with bags in his arms. In the bags he handed her were clothes for her. “Wanna try these on for me?” He said slyly.

She smiled while taking the bags into the bathroom. Closed the door part way; put the bags down on the vanity. She let the robe fall to the floor and stepped into the shower.

After toweling off she pulled the red bow from the first bags handle and read the hand written note attached… Hope this is what you wanted.

In the first bags were jeans and tops that she found fit her slender form like she was poured into them. The last bags contents were covered in silver tissue. When she pulled it out and looked inside her eyes widened along with her smile.

Black leather elbow length gloves were lying on top of the lace stockings. She was torn between putting everything on as she went and searching through the bag. While her quickened pulse told her to dive in, she decided to savor each item; she put them on slowly.

A blue collar with silver rings, a leather and lace corset trimmed with blue rhinestones was next. As she finished tying the laces in place she felt the snug comfort that felt more comforting than confining. The lace was fine enough to keep those nubs from coming through but it had the interesting effect of delightfully rubbing them just enough to keep her well aware of them when she moved.

She was confused when she pulled out the next item. It was deep blue and looked like a thong but there was no front as she was used to. Instead there was a woven silky rope with beads spaced along it leading to a slender strand going to the waistband. The waistband itself had locking rings to adjust its tension.

She found that once on, the woven part would slip between her lips. After a bit of trial and error with the tension, she found that it wasn’t giving her the effect she cared for and placed it aside.

The next garment was simply to beautifully sexy not to wear. It was a wrap that she found covered her mostly but the fabrics sheer nature gave her a teasingly unclear view of herself.

It wasn’t until she turned around and walked in front of the mirror that she found just how she looked. That view of herself released her self- imposed image of doubt she held quietly to herself. She let it go for the moment realizing that just outside the door was a man who never saw that image of her. No, all he had seen of her was a tenderness that drove him to be near her in some way. And now they were together in person so she was not going to let her old thoughts take from her any possibilities beyond that door.

She turned away from the mirror.

Going back to the bag there were a few things left to try on. Reaching in she found what turned out to be a delicately woven black lace cover up. It was almost transparent but gave the illusion of being covered to her mind. As she put it on it flowed around her like a cloud. The more she looked, the more her attitude about herself left her. To him she was sexy, slender, & wonderfully imperfect, and yet she knew she was deeply desired by this man who had filled her mind with laughter, love and comfort. A strange sensation of a wall crumbling came over her & she knew that his perception of her may be more real than her own, as scary as it felt, the immersion of him into her mind took her breath away just thinking of possibilities.

She looked into the bag once more. A square box trimmed in gold was in the bottom. She opened the box and laughed loudly.

Their talks late at night came rushing back to her with such clarity it was as if she just hung up the phone. She had told him about wanting to strip for him to a Joe Cocker song. Beneath the hat was a pair of black, silver studded heels that only said one thing…. Fuck me.

She slipped them on her feet and took a look in the mirror and cocked the hat at just the right angle. She looked the way she felt, absolutely fabulous and very naughty! With a bit of fluffing of her hair she walked into the bedroom feeling like a Goddess. There was nobody there that she could see and an instant of disappointment crossed her mind. The Fireplace suddenly came to life seemingly on its own which startled her. Crash was there in the corner of the room relaxing in a large chair with a large smile on his face and Champagne in glasses on the table next to him. “I think you may like this, but let’s have a drink or two first.” He said with a key dangling from his finger. She crossed the room carefully like a panther. And to him, she was that and much more.She sat across from him, a low small table between them

They laughed about the night out and some of his friends. From there the conversation went in too many directions to keep track of for either of them but the joyous warmth between them would stay forever. With a fresh glass in hand she sat back in the chair, a coaster she fiddled with in one hand, her drink in the other. As they laughed at one of his bad jokes she uncrossed her legs, spread them apart, she gave him a view that brought a lump to his throat that pleased her as a woman just as much. Slowly, as she watched his face, she crossed her legs. And so the games between them started. She took her time toying with him time and time again, watching his glance slip to that velvet cleft each time. His sentence would almost come to a complete stop until she crossed her legs again. He had become one of Pavlov’s dogs in this experiment. All he could do is give her that look of desire, but he held his ground for twenty minutes or so. Crash reached over, picked up the key and tossed it to her telling her it’s what she wanted. He told her to go find the lock that fits it. With that she put her glass down and crossed the room.

She slipped the key into the lock and turned it as she called to him. He came over to her smiling as he swung the door open and let her in. With a flick of a switch the torches came on around the room. As she looked around the large room all she could say is Oh My God! There before her was a dungeon filled with anything she could think of and many things she didn’t even recognize. Slowly as her mind took in the sight before her, the corners of those full lips curled up in a broad smile as she bit her lip….

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