|Originally posted by DRIFT on Feb 25, 2005:
Senji, baby – that story of yours is just too good. I can just see it. What I can’t quite imagine is C.C. Saint-Clair as MY neighbour. Woohoo!
You seem to be a Jagged Dreams fan, but my special bits are in NOrth and Left [take II]. Particularly the sections with Diana and Tash – separately. How about this one –
Alex is at the beach, in some NOrth African. She’s about 22 in this flashback and she’s got the hots for Tash, straight wife and mother of 2 little boys who, so far has not showed any signs of sexual attraction towards Alex.
“Then, on a particular afternoon, as I lay perfecting the pose of a sand lizard busy absorbing the sun’s warmth, a shadow darkened the light beyond my eyes and hovered.
Puzzled, my eyelids fluttered. Raising myself on one elbow and squinting into slanted sun, I was surprised to see Tash moving towards me, a finger across her lips to keep her little sons at bay till her bare feet were planted on either side of mine. Breath caught inside my throat.
Tash’s elongated shadow was weightless across my legs, my
stomach, my breasts.
She smiled at me, allowing her shadow to lie over
my body a moment longer before kneeling down, her knees on either side of mine. Time suspended. I couldn’t hear the surf, I couldn’t hear the birds that lived in the scrubby dunes nearby.
I couldn’t hear the boys play. Then with a twist of the hips, Tash flopped at my side and pulled a bright Aegean-blue beach towel out of her backpack.
Sound returned to my ears. The boys already at play in the water. Only a tiny handful of seconds had been lost, but they were never to be found. I returned my attention to Tash who, by then, was staring out to sea, further away than where her boys were chasing each other with sprays of
golden light. The corners of her eyes were crinkled against the glare.
I dropped back against the sand, trapping the fiery orange glow of sunlight under my eyelids. A tap on my shoulder. The pungent smell of blue cheese under my nose, cool and firm brushing against my lips.
I sat up. My lips closed around the little morsel and the tips of Tash’s fingers. Heart pounding, eyes widened, a sudden shimmer of desire ripped through me. Tash held my gaze for a very brief moment before returning her attention, first to her boys, and then to the spreading of cheese on fluffy white bread. The moment passed unacknowledged by
I assume it’s ok to borrow a few of C.C. lines for the purpose of this forum, but I’d better add that the extract is copyright by c.c. Saint-Clair 20003.
If I’ve toyed too close to copyright infringement, maybe your neighbour will give me a call Wink
one doesn’t discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore for a very long time. andre gide