Introduction
LUZ SAYS:
By now, she could tell.
At first there were the small things--I would rest my hand next to hers, smooth her hair, wipe of a smear of lipstick from her face...all of this with a pretense of innocence, of friendship...
But that night, she looked at me just a moment longer than usual...
The instant the door closed, and she allowed that first kiss, I forgot every fucking man I'd ever known...
and every breath now is her name.
GERALDINE SAYS:
As soon as the door was closed, she rose up and came to me. I wouldn't let her kiss me in the parlour; but after a moment I led her up through the darkening house, back to our bedroom. I undressed her and pulled her close to me; and it was lewd to feel her naked hip come pressing in between my legs. She ran her hand once, very lightly, over my buttons, until I began to shake with the wanting of her. Then she drew the corset from me entirely and we lay together, naked as shadows beneath the counterpane; and then she touched me again. She then placed her lips, very softly, over my heart. I thought at that moment, that I would die of love for her.
By now, she could tell.
At first there were the small things--I would rest my hand next to hers, smooth her hair, wipe of a smear of lipstick from her face...all of this with a pretense of innocence, of friendship...
But that night, she looked at me just a moment longer than usual...
The instant the door closed, and she allowed that first kiss, I forgot every fucking man I'd ever known...
and every breath now is her name.
GERALDINE SAYS:
As soon as the door was closed, she rose up and came to me. I wouldn't let her kiss me in the parlour; but after a moment I led her up through the darkening house, back to our bedroom. I undressed her and pulled her close to me; and it was lewd to feel her naked hip come pressing in between my legs. She ran her hand once, very lightly, over my buttons, until I began to shake with the wanting of her. Then she drew the corset from me entirely and we lay together, naked as shadows beneath the counterpane; and then she touched me again. She then placed her lips, very softly, over my heart. I thought at that moment, that I would die of love for her.
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