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Life. Again..............

8:54 pm Wednesday, 29th January, 2014

She awoke over and over in the night, unused to a man lying so close.

His bare shoulder called to her, smooth and muscled and warm even in the cold night air leaking through the cracked window above the bed. He sighed and turned to her as she touched him, wrapping his arms around her.

Last night, in bed with her husband, she lay on her side of the bed, listening to his snoring and carefully avoiding stretching in a way that they might accidentally touch.

Twenty some years of marriage. And here she was with a man who could have carried her ring to the altar.

Was it possible, she wondered, to have any sort of relationship with him? He made her smile. She felt old and dowdy. He carried himself with confidence and ease. She felt old and jaded.

The next time she awoke, his arms were still wrapped around her.

What was he thinking, she wondered? Older women, he said, appealed to him.

He was so completely different from the man she married. He had friends, he laughed, he didn’t tolerate the sort of behaviour she’d come to take for granted.
He had his past, pains she had never endured, making her wonder if her life was so bad after all. He assured her she didn’t deserve it, no one did.

Finally, as the sun rose and shone through the fogged up window, her head was on his shoulder. She trailed her fingers across his chest, through the light hair that she found lower down, and stroked him til he woke, smiling.

She wasn’t here for fun, though he was fun. She needed more than sex to satisfy her. She longed for a connection that would drag her away from life as she knew it. It was awaiting her, she knew, or at least hoped and prayed.

Later that morning, she waited for him at the coffee shop while he ran errands. She wondered if he would come back, or just make an excuse and disappear, leaving her to return alone to her husband.

She ran through every reason to not see him again, preparing herself for rejection.

She liked him, but years of being told how boring she was had got to her. Why would he be interested in an old boring woman?

He reappeared. He held her hand as they walked through the town.

She’ll see how it goes.



Comments
5:52 am Friday, 31st January, 2014

Thanks Gingered....is it out there for all of us?

4:23 pm Friday, 31st January, 2014

Good to see you putting your writing talent back to use EG. 'Old boring woman' indeed,Ro says, bend over and brace for six of the best, you naughty girl you,LOL xxxx

5:28 pm Friday, 31st January, 2014

Beautiful story .... Hope it all comes true xxx

9:45 am Saturday, 1st February, 2014

(I'm feeling young and happy these days)

thanks, all

6:46 am Monday, 3rd February, 2014

My dearest Aphrodite .You asked me to comment about your words but I sense what lies behind them and I don't think it correct to make public the strong impression I get.
Suffice it to say,your words are very poignant and convey your happy if guarded ,mood.
You are a lovely person and I fervently wish you all the happinessthat life has to offer.xxxxx

10:07 am Monday, 3rd February, 2014

Keep that feeling and make it last eg! You deserve every happiness !!!!!! Xxx

7:38 pm Monday, 3rd February, 2014

Admit it goddess, you are a serial duvet nicker aren't you, poor bloke was probably freezing to death.What some girls will do to get a hug in the middle of the nite lol xx

2:19 am Thursday, 29th January, 2015

It's been a year now.

2:14 pm Friday, 25th December, 2015

What a sweat.

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