Sitting on the fence of emotion, one side gloriously positive, the other its opposite, one push and I fall. One day a kind word, a touch, a kiss sends me sailing, floating, fluttering inside. The next an unpleasant sigh, a harsh word, a mean look, I falter, falling, diving into a tailspin of despair.
You send me soaring to one side or the other, like an emotional barometer. Your words, your touch, your tenderness send the mercury of my heart into soaring highs or diving lows.
My heart holds on to each emotion as if no other can replace it. But each minute, hour, day, holds something new.
There are two sides to everything. Choices to be made. Will you make the mercury of my heart soar? Or will you cause my heart to sink?
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Monday, August 30, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
Awakened - Chapter 3
“Peter, Peter, Peter,” Christoph chuckled as he opened the door. “What can I do for you, sir?”
Peter giggled at his father's use of the word 'sir.' “You’re silly Dad!” Peter nearly tackled Christoph with a great big hug. “It’s good to see you, Daddy.” His hug showed Christoph just how much Peter had truly missed him.
Christoph grabbed hold of Peter and gave him one big hug. It felt like a lifetime since he had hugged so tightly. Christoph held him and breathed in his scent. “It’s good to see you as well, son. I missed you too! Now, what is it that I can do for you?” He let him go from his embrace.
Peter hung his head and said, “Um, I was just lonely and wondered where Momma was. I’m kind of hungry and wondered if I could have a snack.”
Christoph rested his hand atop Peter’s head, “Hmm, snack huh? Well first, you have to do something for me.” Peter looked inquisitive. “First, you need to tell me what time it is, because I’m just not sure.”
Peter smiled then darted into the kitchen and looked at the clock radio. “It's 3:30, Dad!” Resting his hands on his hips, he blurted out with a huff, as if Christoph should have known already.
Laughing, Christoph shook his head and replied, “Not that clock! That clock is digital and doesn’t teach you how to tell time! Next time, I want to you use this!” He pulled out a watch from his pocket and handed it to Peter. “I saw this at a shop while I was away this last time. It kept speaking to me. Want to know what it said?” Peter’s eyes lit up, and he nodded vigorously. Christoph sat on a chair in the kitchen and pulled Peter closer to himself. He put the watch on his wrist, and quietly murmured into Peter’s ear, “It said, ‘I would like to be Peter’s watch. Get me for Peter.’”
Peter giggled, “No it didn’t Dad!”
“It didn’t? How do you know? You see Goofy right there. Maybe it was his voice I heard.” Peter looked intently at his new Goofy watch then he placed his ear on the face, ‘Tick, tick, tick’ was all he heard.
“I don’t hear Goofy Dad,” he whispered.
Christoph could not help but laugh. “Peter, where are Goofy’s hands pointing on the watch?”
Looking intently once again, Peter said, “The short-hand is between the three and the four, and the long one is on the seven.”
“So do you know what time that is?” Christoph asked.
Peter used his pointer finger from his right hand and began pointing at each number while counting by fives, “Five, ten, fifteen …” He counted to thirty-five, and then proudly announced, “Thirty-five minutes after three! Three thirty-five!”
“Good job, my man! Give me five!” He held his hand out waiting for Peter to slap his hand, which Peter took as an invitation to hit his hand hard. ‘Smack!’
“Well Peter, what this means is that dinner is closer now and having a big snack is probably out of the question, so, how’s about a small one? Hmm, let me think…Want to share an apple with me?” Peter nodded his head in affirmation. “Ok, go get me an apple, and I’ll cut it up for both of us.” Peter went to the refrigerator, opened the door, and picked the biggest reddest apple he could find. He walked to the sink, turned the cold water on, and began to wash the apple off. He then took his apple to the cutting board on the counter. “One second, Pete.” Christoph grabbed the sponge and spray cleaner and quickly sprayed the counter down. Then he set the cutting board down. “There we go! Let’s cut this.” Christoph cut up the apple into eighths. He put four in a bowl for Peter and put four in the second bowl for himself. Then he went to the refrigerator again grabbed the Peanut Butter and spooned out a big spoonful in his own bowl then offered Peter a spoonful. Peter nodded his head, affirming his desire for Peanut Butter.
As Peter began to eat his snack at the table, he began to wonder why his dad was so silly and happy. Shrugging it off to himself, he took another bite and stared at Goofy’s hands on his watch. Goofy was his favorite Disney character and was elated to have his favorite cartoon character on his wrist. His grin grew on his face as he put his apple down and wrapped his arms around his dad. “Thanks for the watch, Dad. I love it.” He kissed his dad on the cheek with a messy, Peanut Butter kiss.
They both laughed as Christoph wiped the Peanut Butter from his cheek. “You’re welcome, buddy… now go finish your snack before your mom comes out and notices that I’ve just spoiled your appetite.” Peter went back to eating his snack.
* * * * *
“Slam!” The screen door shut hard and tight at the front door. Peter jumped up startled at the sound. Christoph looked in the direction of the front door. Andrew ran through the door shouting, “Pete! Pete! Where are you?”
Peter waved his Peanut Butter covered hand, “In the kitchen!”
Andrew barreled through the house, excited to see Peter. “Dude! C’mon outside. We need another player for ‘Capture the Flag!’”
In all the excitement, Christoph stood up and reached for Andrew. “Hey, Andrew, don’t you say hi to your ol’ dad.”
“Oh... Hey Dad, when did you get home?” His excitement diminished a bit as he realized his father was home.
“Well, I’ve been home all day. I was working in my office today.”
Andrew stood there puzzled. He remembered when he came home, peeking through his father’s office doorway. “Hmm, I looked in your office when I came home. I didn’t see you there.” He shrugged his shoulders, believing perhaps that his father was just teasing him.
Christoph explained, “Well, I wasn’t in my office when you came home. I have been in there working all day, though. I had decided on a break for a bit when you boys came home. Eh, why am I explaining all this to you?” He smirked and then ruffled Andrew’s hair.
Andrew shrugged his shoulders and attempted to rake his mussed hair back into place. “I don’t know, just seems like you’re not around much anymore.”
Christoph began to feel guilty for being gone so much. His business had taken him away from his family more than he expected. Sitting there at the table, Christof tried to gather his thoughts, but he kept hearing Andrew’s words echo through his head. “Well, Andrew…” he lingered as he tried to formulate his thoughts. He took his bowl of apple slices and offered it to Andrew. “This new job I have may not be fun for the family, right now, but I hope that soon I can be home more often.” Christoph was not certain how much explanation he needed to ease his boys’ minds. Taking a moment longer, he then drummed his fingers on the table and gave Andrew a hug. “I’m sorry I’ve not been around. These last few weeks have been hard for me too.”
Andrew had become bitter. Standing there in his father’s embrace, he could not hug back. His feelings were hurt, and he was concerned for his mother’s loneliness, but he would not let his father know his thoughts. Not now, not yet. “Uh, yeah Dad, I got some friends waiting for me outside. We need to go. C’mon Pete.” He strode away from his dad, grabbed Peter by the arm and walked out the front door.”
“Hey, wait a sec!” Christoph shouted. “Be back in an hour to check in with your mom!”
“Yeah, yeah… Whatever.” Andrew waved his hand as if trying to erase a bad memory.
Christoph leaned against the kitchen doorjamb and let out a deep sigh. It was then he realized that he had some serious issues to deal with at home. It was as if his eyes opened from a dream and revealed the loss of his family. Yes, he still lived there. Yes, he was still married to the most beautiful woman he had ever met. Yes, he had two beautiful boys. But, to Christoph, it felt as if they no longer saw him as husband and father, but as a passer-by, a stranger, living in the same home, but not in their lives. So many things were different and distant. Yet because of his work, his choice was to ignore things at home until he could get his workload leveled out and under control. The only problem… his workload never did level out. He was continually working toward the next deadline, the next emergency, the next catastrophe.
Pulled from his thoughts, Christoph heard a loud crash, tinkle and then the cat screaming and hissing to the commotion outside. Christoph ran out the back door to investigate. As he exited the door, he spotted their grey cat, Schrödinger, scampering away from a pile of glass and hummingbird food on the ground. Schrödinger had apparently attempted to catch a hummingbird but missed terribly, knocking the feeder off its hook.
Christoph went back into the kitchen to find a broom. “Where the hell does she keep the broom?” He mumbled himself as he looked in every cupboard throughout the kitchen.
The bedroom door opened, drawing Christoph’s attention from his search. Laurel walked out the door and glanced up to see Christoph frustrated from rifling through the cupboards. “What’s up, babe? Did you lose something?” She grinned at him, knowing that he was out of his element there in the kitchen.
Christoph now flustered, answered, “I’m just looking for the broom! It seems Schrödinger has made a mess of the hummingbird feeder. I was going to sweep it up before you came out here.”
“Oh no! I loved that feeder. Darn that cat!” Reaching in the corner, next to the door, Laurel grabbed the broom and dustpan and began to walk out the door.
Christoph dashed to her side and grabbed the broom and dustpan from her hands. “Here, I can handle it!" He then continued out the door and began to sweep up the broken pieces of glass outside. She stood there, stunned that he had taken the tools swiftly and abruptly from her hands.
Laurel watched as Christoph swept through the sticky, syrupy mess. She found it appealing to watch him maneuver the mess into one pile and then bend to scoop it up into the dustpan. She tried to remember the last time she had seen Christoph clean up anything. She couldn't. As she stood there deep in her thoughts watching, it occurred to her that she could help by getting the garden hose to spray down the sticky mess.
Walking to the back of the house, Laurel untangled the garden hose, stretching it out so that she could use it where Christoph was working. She then returned to the spigot and turned the water on full blast. Laurel’s eyes widen as she watched the garden hose take on a life of its own, spraying water everywhere. Quickly, she ran to capture the nozzle end. The wild hose had sprayed and soaked her as she reached out to grab the sprayer. Disengaging the sprayer, Laurel stood there dripping wet and in shock. She looked up at Christoph who was rolling in laughter at her demise.
Not appreciating Christoph’s laughter, Laurel took the sprayer nozzle pointed it at him and squeezed the trigger firmly. “That’s for laughing at me!” She shouted at Christoph. The water found its target thoroughly soaking Christoph from head to toe. Christoph dropped the broom and ran toward Laurel as she continued to spray him.
Realizing that she had just drenched Christoph, Laurel let out a squeal and began laughing. She turned quickly and ran with the garden hose in tow, spraying him as she ran. Christoph pursued her until she ran out of hose. Then like a lion playing with its prey, he stalked closer to her, making sure she could not get away.
“You drenched me, you wicked minx! Why did you do that?” He asked, as his devious smile grew bigger on his face.
Laurel’s eyes grew big and round as she readied herself for another escape. “I didn’t mean to soak you!” She replied with a giggle, “I just meant to... uh… startle you. You laughed at me!”
“Seeing the look on your face after being hosed down by the ‘wild’ garden hose was pretty entertaining!” By now, Christoph was rolling in laughter as he reenacted what he saw only moments earlier.
Laurel feinted left then ran right in an attempt to dodge Christoph. Seeing her deceptive dodge, Christoph ran after her. “I swear… I’m going to get that hose and soak you down! We’ll see how you like that.” Christoph laughed maniacally with his threat. Finally, Christoph found his opportunity and cut across the yard. Leaping forward, he grabbed at Laurel, hooking his arms around her waist and tackling her to the ground. He finally reached out, grabbed the hose from her hands, and pointed the nozzle right at her.
“No! No! No! It was an accident!” Laurel squirmed and laughed as she tried to convince Christoph. “I. Am. So. Sorry.” She giggled and snorted trying to get the words out, “I was just trying to help you clean up!”
“Here let me help clean YOU up.” Christoph squeezed the sprayer, spraying Laurel all the way down her body. Laurel screamed at the cold water thoroughly drenching her fresh clothes. She guarded her face with her hands, hoping to keep the spray from getting in her eyes. She tried as hard as she could to wriggle free, but Christoph sat on her legs, pinning her to the ground.
Christoph saw that Laurel was covering her face from the spray. So, he took the opportunity, to swiftly and simultaneously grab her pants and the sprayer nozzle and spray the water into her pants. “Nooo!” Laurel screamed. “Chris! These are fresh clothes!”
By now, Laurel began to get upset. She had no place to go, was utterly helpless, and now entirely well soaked. All she could do was hit Christoph in the head with her hands. So, she began swinging. This was no longer fun!
One hit to the head and Christoph realized he had taken his fun too far. He tossed the sprayer nozzle away and held onto Laurel as she squirmed. He laid his head on her cold, wet stomach, trying to calm her down. Laurel grabbed two fists full of hair and pulled hard. “Whoa, baby! Easy Laurel! I’m sorry! Ouch!” He exclaimed. Freeing himself from her grasp, he rolled off her and let her up.
Just his weight removed from her legs helped Laurel to let go of all her pent-up anxiety and breathe. She jumped to her feet and looked squarely at Christoph not sure of what she wanted to say. She was so upset with what had happened. Standing there, she first put her hands on her hips. That felt wrong, so she fidgeted more and then crossed her arms in front of her. That was when she realized that there was a cool breeze blowing and she was freezing cold.
“Uh, baby? Are you ok?” Christoph cajoled. He reached out to touch her leg. “I’m sorry, baby.”
Lauren took a deep breath and let it out a loud blast of air. “Yes. I’ll be fine.” She stated. “I don’t like being pinned like that, I guess.”
“Come here.” He reached up to take her hand. Laurel took it and came back down to Christoph in the grass. He took her waist in his hands and drew her to him. “Let me try to warm you up.”
Laurel straddled Christoph’s hips and sat on him saying, “I’m not cold.”
Christoph looked up at Laurel. Her arms rippled with goosebumps from the cool blowing breeze. She wore a white t-shirt, which clung to her skin. Her tan skin showed through her wet t-shirt. Her nipples were visibly firm, her breasts round and tempting. He reached up cupping both breasts gently in his hands. He drew circles around her nipples with his thumbs, occasionally stroking over the tips. “You sure look cold to me.” He grinned. “Maybe you are just glad to see me.” He smirked. He reached inside her wet shirt and found her breasts once more. He continued rubbing and kneading her breasts. He took her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, pinching firmly and then starting all over again.
Each stroke, each squeeze, and each pinch caused Laurel’s breath to hitch. She could feel her breast harden more then they were from the cold. “Oooh, you naughty boy!” She exclaimed, pushing into the motions his hands made. The pleasure she felt caused her to rock on Christoph’s groin.
Leaning down to Christoph, Laurel’s lips found his. Her tongue searched to gain entrance into his mouth. She gently sucked in his lower lip and bit down. Christoph moaned. Laurel placed her hands in Christoph’s hair using it to pull her cold, wet, perky body across his chest. They kissed again. This time both gained access to the other. Their tongues danced together as their bodies began their telltale signs of desire.
“No, you call out to them!” Peter whispered to Andrew.
“No way! You call out to them. They won’t get mad at you!” Andrew said in a not so quiet voice.
Hearing the boys arguing, Christoph and Laurel snapped their heads up to see where the boys were. Using each other to cover their evidence of private behavior, Laurel smiled and said, “What’s up boys? Is there something you need?”
“Dad said to be back in an hour for dinner,” Andrew explained.
Laurel looked down to Christoph for an explanation. Christoph just shrugged. “Oops. I lost track of time I guess. Uh, let’s see… Could one of you go grab a towel for Mom? I think she’s cold.” He smirked at Laurel.
Peter replied, “I will, daddy. Be right back.” Off he ran through the back door, into the house. Within a minute or two, Peter ran out the door again, running toward Laurel and Christoph with a huge beach towel bunched up on his head. “Here you go, momma!”
Taking the towel, Laurel wrapped herself up and started for the house. Looking at Christoph, she grinned and said, “I guess I need to go get MORE dry clothes on. See you inside.” Off she strode.
Peter giggled at his father's use of the word 'sir.' “You’re silly Dad!” Peter nearly tackled Christoph with a great big hug. “It’s good to see you, Daddy.” His hug showed Christoph just how much Peter had truly missed him.
Christoph grabbed hold of Peter and gave him one big hug. It felt like a lifetime since he had hugged so tightly. Christoph held him and breathed in his scent. “It’s good to see you as well, son. I missed you too! Now, what is it that I can do for you?” He let him go from his embrace.
Peter hung his head and said, “Um, I was just lonely and wondered where Momma was. I’m kind of hungry and wondered if I could have a snack.”
Christoph rested his hand atop Peter’s head, “Hmm, snack huh? Well first, you have to do something for me.” Peter looked inquisitive. “First, you need to tell me what time it is, because I’m just not sure.”
Peter smiled then darted into the kitchen and looked at the clock radio. “It's 3:30, Dad!” Resting his hands on his hips, he blurted out with a huff, as if Christoph should have known already.
Laughing, Christoph shook his head and replied, “Not that clock! That clock is digital and doesn’t teach you how to tell time! Next time, I want to you use this!” He pulled out a watch from his pocket and handed it to Peter. “I saw this at a shop while I was away this last time. It kept speaking to me. Want to know what it said?” Peter’s eyes lit up, and he nodded vigorously. Christoph sat on a chair in the kitchen and pulled Peter closer to himself. He put the watch on his wrist, and quietly murmured into Peter’s ear, “It said, ‘I would like to be Peter’s watch. Get me for Peter.’”
Peter giggled, “No it didn’t Dad!”
“It didn’t? How do you know? You see Goofy right there. Maybe it was his voice I heard.” Peter looked intently at his new Goofy watch then he placed his ear on the face, ‘Tick, tick, tick’ was all he heard.
“I don’t hear Goofy Dad,” he whispered.
Christoph could not help but laugh. “Peter, where are Goofy’s hands pointing on the watch?”
Looking intently once again, Peter said, “The short-hand is between the three and the four, and the long one is on the seven.”
“So do you know what time that is?” Christoph asked.
Peter used his pointer finger from his right hand and began pointing at each number while counting by fives, “Five, ten, fifteen …” He counted to thirty-five, and then proudly announced, “Thirty-five minutes after three! Three thirty-five!”
“Good job, my man! Give me five!” He held his hand out waiting for Peter to slap his hand, which Peter took as an invitation to hit his hand hard. ‘Smack!’
“Well Peter, what this means is that dinner is closer now and having a big snack is probably out of the question, so, how’s about a small one? Hmm, let me think…Want to share an apple with me?” Peter nodded his head in affirmation. “Ok, go get me an apple, and I’ll cut it up for both of us.” Peter went to the refrigerator, opened the door, and picked the biggest reddest apple he could find. He walked to the sink, turned the cold water on, and began to wash the apple off. He then took his apple to the cutting board on the counter. “One second, Pete.” Christoph grabbed the sponge and spray cleaner and quickly sprayed the counter down. Then he set the cutting board down. “There we go! Let’s cut this.” Christoph cut up the apple into eighths. He put four in a bowl for Peter and put four in the second bowl for himself. Then he went to the refrigerator again grabbed the Peanut Butter and spooned out a big spoonful in his own bowl then offered Peter a spoonful. Peter nodded his head, affirming his desire for Peanut Butter.
As Peter began to eat his snack at the table, he began to wonder why his dad was so silly and happy. Shrugging it off to himself, he took another bite and stared at Goofy’s hands on his watch. Goofy was his favorite Disney character and was elated to have his favorite cartoon character on his wrist. His grin grew on his face as he put his apple down and wrapped his arms around his dad. “Thanks for the watch, Dad. I love it.” He kissed his dad on the cheek with a messy, Peanut Butter kiss.
They both laughed as Christoph wiped the Peanut Butter from his cheek. “You’re welcome, buddy… now go finish your snack before your mom comes out and notices that I’ve just spoiled your appetite.” Peter went back to eating his snack.
* * * * *
“Slam!” The screen door shut hard and tight at the front door. Peter jumped up startled at the sound. Christoph looked in the direction of the front door. Andrew ran through the door shouting, “Pete! Pete! Where are you?”
Peter waved his Peanut Butter covered hand, “In the kitchen!”
Andrew barreled through the house, excited to see Peter. “Dude! C’mon outside. We need another player for ‘Capture the Flag!’”
In all the excitement, Christoph stood up and reached for Andrew. “Hey, Andrew, don’t you say hi to your ol’ dad.”
“Oh... Hey Dad, when did you get home?” His excitement diminished a bit as he realized his father was home.
“Well, I’ve been home all day. I was working in my office today.”
Andrew stood there puzzled. He remembered when he came home, peeking through his father’s office doorway. “Hmm, I looked in your office when I came home. I didn’t see you there.” He shrugged his shoulders, believing perhaps that his father was just teasing him.
Christoph explained, “Well, I wasn’t in my office when you came home. I have been in there working all day, though. I had decided on a break for a bit when you boys came home. Eh, why am I explaining all this to you?” He smirked and then ruffled Andrew’s hair.
Andrew shrugged his shoulders and attempted to rake his mussed hair back into place. “I don’t know, just seems like you’re not around much anymore.”
Christoph began to feel guilty for being gone so much. His business had taken him away from his family more than he expected. Sitting there at the table, Christof tried to gather his thoughts, but he kept hearing Andrew’s words echo through his head. “Well, Andrew…” he lingered as he tried to formulate his thoughts. He took his bowl of apple slices and offered it to Andrew. “This new job I have may not be fun for the family, right now, but I hope that soon I can be home more often.” Christoph was not certain how much explanation he needed to ease his boys’ minds. Taking a moment longer, he then drummed his fingers on the table and gave Andrew a hug. “I’m sorry I’ve not been around. These last few weeks have been hard for me too.”
Andrew had become bitter. Standing there in his father’s embrace, he could not hug back. His feelings were hurt, and he was concerned for his mother’s loneliness, but he would not let his father know his thoughts. Not now, not yet. “Uh, yeah Dad, I got some friends waiting for me outside. We need to go. C’mon Pete.” He strode away from his dad, grabbed Peter by the arm and walked out the front door.”
“Hey, wait a sec!” Christoph shouted. “Be back in an hour to check in with your mom!”
“Yeah, yeah… Whatever.” Andrew waved his hand as if trying to erase a bad memory.
Christoph leaned against the kitchen doorjamb and let out a deep sigh. It was then he realized that he had some serious issues to deal with at home. It was as if his eyes opened from a dream and revealed the loss of his family. Yes, he still lived there. Yes, he was still married to the most beautiful woman he had ever met. Yes, he had two beautiful boys. But, to Christoph, it felt as if they no longer saw him as husband and father, but as a passer-by, a stranger, living in the same home, but not in their lives. So many things were different and distant. Yet because of his work, his choice was to ignore things at home until he could get his workload leveled out and under control. The only problem… his workload never did level out. He was continually working toward the next deadline, the next emergency, the next catastrophe.
Pulled from his thoughts, Christoph heard a loud crash, tinkle and then the cat screaming and hissing to the commotion outside. Christoph ran out the back door to investigate. As he exited the door, he spotted their grey cat, Schrödinger, scampering away from a pile of glass and hummingbird food on the ground. Schrödinger had apparently attempted to catch a hummingbird but missed terribly, knocking the feeder off its hook.
Christoph went back into the kitchen to find a broom. “Where the hell does she keep the broom?” He mumbled himself as he looked in every cupboard throughout the kitchen.
The bedroom door opened, drawing Christoph’s attention from his search. Laurel walked out the door and glanced up to see Christoph frustrated from rifling through the cupboards. “What’s up, babe? Did you lose something?” She grinned at him, knowing that he was out of his element there in the kitchen.
Christoph now flustered, answered, “I’m just looking for the broom! It seems Schrödinger has made a mess of the hummingbird feeder. I was going to sweep it up before you came out here.”
“Oh no! I loved that feeder. Darn that cat!” Reaching in the corner, next to the door, Laurel grabbed the broom and dustpan and began to walk out the door.
Christoph dashed to her side and grabbed the broom and dustpan from her hands. “Here, I can handle it!" He then continued out the door and began to sweep up the broken pieces of glass outside. She stood there, stunned that he had taken the tools swiftly and abruptly from her hands.
Laurel watched as Christoph swept through the sticky, syrupy mess. She found it appealing to watch him maneuver the mess into one pile and then bend to scoop it up into the dustpan. She tried to remember the last time she had seen Christoph clean up anything. She couldn't. As she stood there deep in her thoughts watching, it occurred to her that she could help by getting the garden hose to spray down the sticky mess.
Walking to the back of the house, Laurel untangled the garden hose, stretching it out so that she could use it where Christoph was working. She then returned to the spigot and turned the water on full blast. Laurel’s eyes widen as she watched the garden hose take on a life of its own, spraying water everywhere. Quickly, she ran to capture the nozzle end. The wild hose had sprayed and soaked her as she reached out to grab the sprayer. Disengaging the sprayer, Laurel stood there dripping wet and in shock. She looked up at Christoph who was rolling in laughter at her demise.
Not appreciating Christoph’s laughter, Laurel took the sprayer nozzle pointed it at him and squeezed the trigger firmly. “That’s for laughing at me!” She shouted at Christoph. The water found its target thoroughly soaking Christoph from head to toe. Christoph dropped the broom and ran toward Laurel as she continued to spray him.
Realizing that she had just drenched Christoph, Laurel let out a squeal and began laughing. She turned quickly and ran with the garden hose in tow, spraying him as she ran. Christoph pursued her until she ran out of hose. Then like a lion playing with its prey, he stalked closer to her, making sure she could not get away.
“You drenched me, you wicked minx! Why did you do that?” He asked, as his devious smile grew bigger on his face.
Laurel’s eyes grew big and round as she readied herself for another escape. “I didn’t mean to soak you!” She replied with a giggle, “I just meant to... uh… startle you. You laughed at me!”
“Seeing the look on your face after being hosed down by the ‘wild’ garden hose was pretty entertaining!” By now, Christoph was rolling in laughter as he reenacted what he saw only moments earlier.
Laurel feinted left then ran right in an attempt to dodge Christoph. Seeing her deceptive dodge, Christoph ran after her. “I swear… I’m going to get that hose and soak you down! We’ll see how you like that.” Christoph laughed maniacally with his threat. Finally, Christoph found his opportunity and cut across the yard. Leaping forward, he grabbed at Laurel, hooking his arms around her waist and tackling her to the ground. He finally reached out, grabbed the hose from her hands, and pointed the nozzle right at her.
“No! No! No! It was an accident!” Laurel squirmed and laughed as she tried to convince Christoph. “I. Am. So. Sorry.” She giggled and snorted trying to get the words out, “I was just trying to help you clean up!”
“Here let me help clean YOU up.” Christoph squeezed the sprayer, spraying Laurel all the way down her body. Laurel screamed at the cold water thoroughly drenching her fresh clothes. She guarded her face with her hands, hoping to keep the spray from getting in her eyes. She tried as hard as she could to wriggle free, but Christoph sat on her legs, pinning her to the ground.
Christoph saw that Laurel was covering her face from the spray. So, he took the opportunity, to swiftly and simultaneously grab her pants and the sprayer nozzle and spray the water into her pants. “Nooo!” Laurel screamed. “Chris! These are fresh clothes!”
By now, Laurel began to get upset. She had no place to go, was utterly helpless, and now entirely well soaked. All she could do was hit Christoph in the head with her hands. So, she began swinging. This was no longer fun!
One hit to the head and Christoph realized he had taken his fun too far. He tossed the sprayer nozzle away and held onto Laurel as she squirmed. He laid his head on her cold, wet stomach, trying to calm her down. Laurel grabbed two fists full of hair and pulled hard. “Whoa, baby! Easy Laurel! I’m sorry! Ouch!” He exclaimed. Freeing himself from her grasp, he rolled off her and let her up.
Just his weight removed from her legs helped Laurel to let go of all her pent-up anxiety and breathe. She jumped to her feet and looked squarely at Christoph not sure of what she wanted to say. She was so upset with what had happened. Standing there, she first put her hands on her hips. That felt wrong, so she fidgeted more and then crossed her arms in front of her. That was when she realized that there was a cool breeze blowing and she was freezing cold.
“Uh, baby? Are you ok?” Christoph cajoled. He reached out to touch her leg. “I’m sorry, baby.”
Lauren took a deep breath and let it out a loud blast of air. “Yes. I’ll be fine.” She stated. “I don’t like being pinned like that, I guess.”
“Come here.” He reached up to take her hand. Laurel took it and came back down to Christoph in the grass. He took her waist in his hands and drew her to him. “Let me try to warm you up.”
Laurel straddled Christoph’s hips and sat on him saying, “I’m not cold.”
Christoph looked up at Laurel. Her arms rippled with goosebumps from the cool blowing breeze. She wore a white t-shirt, which clung to her skin. Her tan skin showed through her wet t-shirt. Her nipples were visibly firm, her breasts round and tempting. He reached up cupping both breasts gently in his hands. He drew circles around her nipples with his thumbs, occasionally stroking over the tips. “You sure look cold to me.” He grinned. “Maybe you are just glad to see me.” He smirked. He reached inside her wet shirt and found her breasts once more. He continued rubbing and kneading her breasts. He took her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, pinching firmly and then starting all over again.
Each stroke, each squeeze, and each pinch caused Laurel’s breath to hitch. She could feel her breast harden more then they were from the cold. “Oooh, you naughty boy!” She exclaimed, pushing into the motions his hands made. The pleasure she felt caused her to rock on Christoph’s groin.
Leaning down to Christoph, Laurel’s lips found his. Her tongue searched to gain entrance into his mouth. She gently sucked in his lower lip and bit down. Christoph moaned. Laurel placed her hands in Christoph’s hair using it to pull her cold, wet, perky body across his chest. They kissed again. This time both gained access to the other. Their tongues danced together as their bodies began their telltale signs of desire.
“No, you call out to them!” Peter whispered to Andrew.
“No way! You call out to them. They won’t get mad at you!” Andrew said in a not so quiet voice.
Hearing the boys arguing, Christoph and Laurel snapped their heads up to see where the boys were. Using each other to cover their evidence of private behavior, Laurel smiled and said, “What’s up boys? Is there something you need?”
“Dad said to be back in an hour for dinner,” Andrew explained.
Laurel looked down to Christoph for an explanation. Christoph just shrugged. “Oops. I lost track of time I guess. Uh, let’s see… Could one of you go grab a towel for Mom? I think she’s cold.” He smirked at Laurel.
Peter replied, “I will, daddy. Be right back.” Off he ran through the back door, into the house. Within a minute or two, Peter ran out the door again, running toward Laurel and Christoph with a huge beach towel bunched up on his head. “Here you go, momma!”
Taking the towel, Laurel wrapped herself up and started for the house. Looking at Christoph, she grinned and said, “I guess I need to go get MORE dry clothes on. See you inside.” Off she strode.
Napkin Scrawls #19 -- Another Strange Dream
Burning my candle at both ends to try and get my work done, only makes for the strangest dreams in my head. Check this one out.
I lay down to take a nap for about an hour….
There is sand all around. Apparently, I’m sitting in a Saharan desert of sorts. Two friends and I were to clean out these round pottery pots that were dirty and some were full of sand. I was familiar with this job and had been doing it for a while. I knew that snakes could be in the pots, so I cautioned my friends to be careful.
Suddenly, I heard one friend scream loudly & I saw a pot fly though the air. She then ran after the pot, and took it into a corner with a stick or twig to do something with it. Finally, I ran over to check on her. She was shaking, her eyes were huge saucers, and she was scared shitless. I asked her what was wrong. She slowly brought out the stick and said, "I found a snake."
She brought the 'snake' into view for me to see. It was a centipede.
Looking at her I exclaimed, “That’s not a snake!”
Realizing they had no idea what a snake was, I went over to my truck, turned the engine on so that my laptop could have some juice. I googled snakes, and while adjusting my laptop for them to see, I some how shifted my truck into gear. It took off down the road, accelerating to full speed.
Suddenly, I'm on the wrong side of the freeway driving 75 mph into a construction zone that bottlenecks down to one lane! I’m panicked, trying to navigate through traffic that is coming at me, and hoping avoid a pile up in the single lane streaming with cars!
I fumbled with the accelerator and managed to get the truck slowed down. I moved over to the one open lane, and find that I can U-turn to go back on the freeway. However, I find that this too is the wrong side of the freeway to go home.
Just then, my alarm goes off and I realize this was yet another wild ride in my mind. Before I am able to awake fully, I realized that some how I had ended up on the correct side of the road.
I lay down to take a nap for about an hour….
There is sand all around. Apparently, I’m sitting in a Saharan desert of sorts. Two friends and I were to clean out these round pottery pots that were dirty and some were full of sand. I was familiar with this job and had been doing it for a while. I knew that snakes could be in the pots, so I cautioned my friends to be careful.
Suddenly, I heard one friend scream loudly & I saw a pot fly though the air. She then ran after the pot, and took it into a corner with a stick or twig to do something with it. Finally, I ran over to check on her. She was shaking, her eyes were huge saucers, and she was scared shitless. I asked her what was wrong. She slowly brought out the stick and said, "I found a snake."
She brought the 'snake' into view for me to see. It was a centipede.
Looking at her I exclaimed, “That’s not a snake!”
Realizing they had no idea what a snake was, I went over to my truck, turned the engine on so that my laptop could have some juice. I googled snakes, and while adjusting my laptop for them to see, I some how shifted my truck into gear. It took off down the road, accelerating to full speed.
Suddenly, I'm on the wrong side of the freeway driving 75 mph into a construction zone that bottlenecks down to one lane! I’m panicked, trying to navigate through traffic that is coming at me, and hoping avoid a pile up in the single lane streaming with cars!
I fumbled with the accelerator and managed to get the truck slowed down. I moved over to the one open lane, and find that I can U-turn to go back on the freeway. However, I find that this too is the wrong side of the freeway to go home.
Just then, my alarm goes off and I realize this was yet another wild ride in my mind. Before I am able to awake fully, I realized that some how I had ended up on the correct side of the road.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Napkin Scrawl #18 -- Desert Storms
Temperatures reach the triple digits on a daily basis. Today was no different. Taking time from my daily routine, I sit on the back porch admiring how quickly the angry black clouds moved in. A steady breeze blows the scent of rain across my face. I close my eyes and breathe in deeply.
The air becomes still as a loud crack and rumble reverberate through the sky. As I recline back in my chair with the soles of my feet against a supporting pillar, the thunder reminds me of its immense power as I feel the vibration through my feet.
Soon, sprinkles of fresh rain tickle the tops of my feet as it begins to fall. I curb the temptation to move from the porch to the center of my yard. The sprinkles that start to fall are refreshing, but, the danger of lightning still abounds. No flash appears, yet the sky grumbles and moans as if in pain or angry at lightning’s strike, ripping and tearing through it.
The breeze stops again before the sky moans and grumbles with one last roll of thunder. Deafening silence consumes the air again.
The storm moves further north, and as fast as it began, it ends. Blue skies peek from the angry clouds.
Lightning claws its way through the clouds and sky with thunder as its voice. “I’m not done!” It seems to scream. Just like the rest of the storm, it too vanishes and moves onward.
Maybe on another day, the rain will stay longer, washing the dirt and grime away.
The air becomes still as a loud crack and rumble reverberate through the sky. As I recline back in my chair with the soles of my feet against a supporting pillar, the thunder reminds me of its immense power as I feel the vibration through my feet.
Soon, sprinkles of fresh rain tickle the tops of my feet as it begins to fall. I curb the temptation to move from the porch to the center of my yard. The sprinkles that start to fall are refreshing, but, the danger of lightning still abounds. No flash appears, yet the sky grumbles and moans as if in pain or angry at lightning’s strike, ripping and tearing through it.
The breeze stops again before the sky moans and grumbles with one last roll of thunder. Deafening silence consumes the air again.
The storm moves further north, and as fast as it began, it ends. Blue skies peek from the angry clouds.
Lightning claws its way through the clouds and sky with thunder as its voice. “I’m not done!” It seems to scream. Just like the rest of the storm, it too vanishes and moves onward.
Maybe on another day, the rain will stay longer, washing the dirt and grime away.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Awakened - Chapter 2
Lost in the afterglow of the moment, the music on Laurel’s iPod changed. Nickelback played, “S.E.X.” Both started laughing as they listened to the explicit lyrics, which described the feelings they both felt at that very moment.
Laurel kissed Christoph then stroked his nose with her finger, “What brought this … surprise on?”
Christoph shrugged and replied, “Not sure exactly. I heard music from my office, so I decided to check it out. I saw you there dancing and swaying to the music, and was enjoying the scenery.”
“Hmm… I should turn it on more often!” Laurel smirked and snuggled closer.
“Mmm… The music or the scenery?” He snickered.
Shouts came from the front of the house, “Hey Mom! We’re home!”
Laurel looked at the clock and then at Christoph. “Uh, oops! School’s out.” Laurel squeaked. “They must have taken the school bus.” She shrugged.
Both giggled and snorted as Christoph grabbed pieces of his clothing from the floor and darted for their bedroom. Laurel slid off the counter, found her shredded panties and quietly whispered for Christoph, “Psst, Chris!” Christoph stopped, turned toward Laurel, and gave her an inquisitive look. Laurel laughed seeing Christoph with a bare ass and a pile of clothes covering his front. “Can you take these too?” She held up her torn panties, walked toward the front of the house, and handed them to him. Christoph looked at her panties, then at her and with a twinkle in his eye and a smirk on his face, took her panties between his teeth, and started toward the bedroom once again.
The kids came running to Laurel excited from their long day. Seeing them coming, Laurel stepped far enough into the next room to allow Christoph a clean getaway. Both kids grabbed their mom in a giant hug and greeted her with excitement.
“We looked for you Mom when school let out, but when we didn’t see you, we hopped on the bus,” her oldest son Andrew exclaimed.
“I’m glad you remembered what to do and took responsibility to get it done. Great job, son.” She patted the boys on the back. “Now, let’s make sure you put your stuff away and then you can go outside and play for a little while. Then we will see what you have for homework. How does that sound?” Both boys were excited to hear that they could play first then do their homework. They ran off to their rooms to deposit their book packs, and quickly ran back outside to play.
Laurel made sure they were gone before she turned to head back to her bedroom. On her way through the kitchen, she grabbed her iPod. “Maybe I can play this in our bedroom,” She thought to herself as she opened her bedroom door.
Walking into the bedroom, she saw Christoph lying on their bed, completely naked, still holding her shredded panties in his teeth. Propped up on his right side, he watched her reaction as she walked in the door. Laurel giggled loudly at the sight of her panties still between his teeth. It was not as if Laurel had never seen her husband in the buff before, but after what had just occurred earlier, she found herself blushing. “Mmm, he looks so yummy lying there.” She thought to herself as she smiled deviously. “It would be nice to have more of that!”
Closing and locking the door, Laurel walked over to her dresser on the other side of the room. She reached in her drawer for another pair of panties. As she began to put them on, Christoph sat up and whispered, “Hey baby, come over here and sit next to me.”
Laurel giggled coyly, “I have to finish the dishes, and the kids are home now.”
“So! Do the dishes later. The kids will be fine. They are outside playing, right?” Christoph held out his hand for hers. She walked over and took his hand. Christoph tugged Laurel closer to himself. As Laurel moved close enough to him, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her down to him. She giggled and followed his motion by straddling him. She sat on his lap, leaned down, and kissed him passionately on his lips. Her tongue searched for entrance into his mouth. Feeling her tongue brush his lips, he opened his mouth and allowed the kiss to deepen.
“Mmm… Now that is nice,” Christoph spoke as they ended their kiss. Laurel leaned in again, this time kissing his neck and coming back up to his mouth once more, then slowly back down the other side of his neck. She began to rock her hips as she leaned back to kiss more deeply. The taste of each other lingered on their lips. Each kiss screamed for another. Laurel sucked his bottom lip into hers and bit down gently. “Ooh, feisty! I love when you’re feisty” Christoph responded in kind, playing at her lips.
Reaching his hand between her legs, Christoph ran his thumb over her opening and up over her clit. Laurel gasped. Closing her eyes, she began to push herself into him. She looked down into his eyes, “Mmm, you naughty boy… what are you up to? I thought you just wanted to, um talk.” He gently rubbed her clit again, this time pressing his thumb into her opening.
She licked her lips and leaned down to kiss his chest. She ventured a trail of kisses down his abdomen stopping at his navel to indulge her tongue. Christoph whimpered as she ran her tongue down his treasure trail, only to retrace her path back to his chest. Finding his nipple, she gently bit down. Christoph moaned, feeling the sharpness of her teeth on his skin. Again, he stroked her nub with his thumb, and then gently he pinched it between his thumb and forefinger. “You like that huh?” Christoph murmured as he stroked her again. Feeling how wet she was he slowly pushed one finger through her opening, drawing it out back to stroke her again. He enjoyed watching his wife as he stroked her, bringing her closer to climax.
“Oooh, Yes!” she panted as she now began to grind herself into Christoph.
Christoph pulled his hand away, grinning, “Oh then maybe I should stop?” He teased her now, waiting to see what she would do.
“Oooh, noo! Don’t stop!” Laurel made a pouty face, whined, but kept grinding into Christoph’s now growing manhood. “Now that’s more like it.” She grinned when she felt him growing hard.
Christoph reached around and untied Laurel’s dress. Laurel pulled it over her head and discarded it. While she was removing her dress, she felt Christoph running his hands up her stomach to her breasts then back down. Feeling his touch on her skin made her skin tingle. As her nipples harden, Christoph sat up and began to kiss her breasts. He wrapped his arms around her waist, took her nipple into his mouth, and sucked.
Laurel’s breath hitched, and she began to gyrate in his lap. Running her fingers through his hair, she grabbed two handfuls of his tresses and yanked his head back. Christoph winced in pain, but the pain turned him on more. He dug his nails into her ass as he began to pull her toward himself and grind his manhood over her opening. She moaned and pushed him back onto his back, then leaned into his face and found his mouth with hers. Her tongue found his as their kiss deepened once more. He moaned into her mouth as her breasts pushed into his chest, as she continued to gyrate and grind on his lap.
Christoph grabbed her hips, pushed her up, and guided her onto his thick hard erection. Laurel let out a loud moan as she felt him enter her opening. She began to grind herself harder as he pushed up into her core. Christoph loved to watch Laurel come when she was on top, but this time he was feeling more aggressive. He grabbed her once again; this time flipped her on her back and began to drive harder until they both came together.
Christoph collapsed on Laurel. Both were exhausted and covered in sweat. Once Laurel could catch her breath, she said, “Wow! That was awesome! What came over you, babe? You were an animal!” She giggled as Christoph rolled off her and onto one side. He lightly ran his fingers over her nipples as the perspiration began to pool between her breasts.
He leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips, “I’ve missed you. Watching you reminds me of how much I miss you. Plus, you are so sexy, baby. You really turn me on!”
Laurel cuddled next to Christoph, but his words struck a chord in her mind. Her thoughts took over as she began wondering why today was so different. Laurel had started to worry that their marriage had become so predictable and boring. She couldn’t help but wonder if she was the reason for the monotony in their relationship. Sex seemed only to happen on weekends because during the week one or the other was just too busy or too tired. This was a highly unusual circumstance. She wanted to ask him why the change, but was afraid she would erase the euphoric bubble they were in. She kept it to herself. “Perhaps we’ll talk later.” She thought to herself.
Hearing a knock at the door drew Laurel back from her inner monologue. “Momma, can I come in? It’s me, Peter.” Peter was their youngest son. He was soon to be 9 years old but still kept the role of the baby in the family. He was such a momma’s boy at times. Sometimes, his dependency drove Laurel nuts, like now when she really wanted to lay there next to Christoph and snuggle.
“NO!” Both Christoph and Laurel answered together. Then they laughed at each other’s response. They trusted that Peter wouldn’t open the door, but just in case, Laurel answered, “Sweetie, we’ll be out in a little bit. I’m going to get some dinner together in a little while. Okay?”
“Um, okay, but why are you in your room?” Peter asked. Laurel looked to Christoph and stifled a giggle. Christoph pulled her into his embrace and held her close.
Christoph spoke loudly, “Hey, Pete, we’re resting right now. I’ll be out in a little bit to help you. I think momma has some stuff she needs to do in here. Now, go on and get your homework done. Okay?”
“Okay, Dad,” Peter answered. “I’m hungry though.”
“Okay, be there in a little bit,” Christoph repeated.
He leaned in and kissed Laurel on the lips, then whispered softly, “Why don’t you take a little nap, or take a nice soak in the tub. I’ll take care of the boys. Then we can make some dinner together.” Laurel looked completely surprised. “What?" Christoph asked with a smirk on his face. "You don’t think I can manage?”
“Um, no. It’s not that,” Laurel began. “It’s just unexpected. Um, thank you, but maybe I’ll just take a quick shower and then make some dinner.”
“Okay my love, if you insist. I’ll see you soon.” Christoph kissed Laurel once more, then got out of bed and put on his pants. Walking to the dresser, he grabbed a black t-shirt out of the drawer and pulled it over his head. The t-shirt fit his chest snuggly, which brought a grin to Laurel’s face. Christoph has such a lovely physique. Laurel never tired of watching him.
With that, Christoph blew Laurel a kiss and walked out the door.
Laurel lay there on the bed a little longer, enjoying the quiet, peaceful moment. Her thoughts went back to the incredible sex they had just experienced, not only once, but twice. She tried to remember the last time they climaxed twice in one night together. It was so uncommon any more. She had a tough time recalling. She then decided it must have been the first few years of their marriage because ever since the boys were born, they had to plan around their boys’ sleep schedules. This made everything more predictable and less spontaneous. She found she really like surprises like this.
Letting out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, she decided it was time to get showered and start her night time routine. She headed into the bathroom and turned the shower on to let the water heat up. Looking into the mirror, she saw her hair in its matted, bed head mess, and giggled. “I guess it’s a good thing he went to help the kids and not me.”
Shaking her head as she stared in the mirror, she kept reminiscing to herself about fantastically giddy she felt. “Damn, the sex was fantastic!” The words rang out, but could not nearly describe her giddiness and satisfaction she now felt as she stood there staring into the mirror. With a huge grin on her face, she found herself wishing this could happen more often.
Turning to the shower, she stepped in and immersed herself under the stream of warm water. “Ah, this is wonderful,” she said, as she stood, soaking in the hot steamy shower. Leaning against the shower wall, she let the water stream down her body. The rivulets of water washed over her skin, causing her skin to goosebump at first. Soon, it began to soothe and relax allowing her mind to begin racing again with thoughts of “why” and “what is different.” As she began to lather her hair, she started wondering if she should talk with Christoph. At the very least, maybe she should ring her girlfriend on the phone and see what her opinion would be. She giggled at the thought of calling her friend. Even though she felt seriously concerned, she still felt that ‘schoolgirl’ hype that made all girls want to share about the new boy they had a crush on.
Rinsing off and finishing her shower, she thought the wiser and decided this time, she would see how the night and days to come carried on. “Perhaps this is just random,” she thought to herself, “No need to get all paranoid.”
Laurel kissed Christoph then stroked his nose with her finger, “What brought this … surprise on?”
Christoph shrugged and replied, “Not sure exactly. I heard music from my office, so I decided to check it out. I saw you there dancing and swaying to the music, and was enjoying the scenery.”
“Hmm… I should turn it on more often!” Laurel smirked and snuggled closer.
“Mmm… The music or the scenery?” He snickered.
Shouts came from the front of the house, “Hey Mom! We’re home!”
Laurel looked at the clock and then at Christoph. “Uh, oops! School’s out.” Laurel squeaked. “They must have taken the school bus.” She shrugged.
Both giggled and snorted as Christoph grabbed pieces of his clothing from the floor and darted for their bedroom. Laurel slid off the counter, found her shredded panties and quietly whispered for Christoph, “Psst, Chris!” Christoph stopped, turned toward Laurel, and gave her an inquisitive look. Laurel laughed seeing Christoph with a bare ass and a pile of clothes covering his front. “Can you take these too?” She held up her torn panties, walked toward the front of the house, and handed them to him. Christoph looked at her panties, then at her and with a twinkle in his eye and a smirk on his face, took her panties between his teeth, and started toward the bedroom once again.
The kids came running to Laurel excited from their long day. Seeing them coming, Laurel stepped far enough into the next room to allow Christoph a clean getaway. Both kids grabbed their mom in a giant hug and greeted her with excitement.
“We looked for you Mom when school let out, but when we didn’t see you, we hopped on the bus,” her oldest son Andrew exclaimed.
“I’m glad you remembered what to do and took responsibility to get it done. Great job, son.” She patted the boys on the back. “Now, let’s make sure you put your stuff away and then you can go outside and play for a little while. Then we will see what you have for homework. How does that sound?” Both boys were excited to hear that they could play first then do their homework. They ran off to their rooms to deposit their book packs, and quickly ran back outside to play.
Laurel made sure they were gone before she turned to head back to her bedroom. On her way through the kitchen, she grabbed her iPod. “Maybe I can play this in our bedroom,” She thought to herself as she opened her bedroom door.
Walking into the bedroom, she saw Christoph lying on their bed, completely naked, still holding her shredded panties in his teeth. Propped up on his right side, he watched her reaction as she walked in the door. Laurel giggled loudly at the sight of her panties still between his teeth. It was not as if Laurel had never seen her husband in the buff before, but after what had just occurred earlier, she found herself blushing. “Mmm, he looks so yummy lying there.” She thought to herself as she smiled deviously. “It would be nice to have more of that!”
Closing and locking the door, Laurel walked over to her dresser on the other side of the room. She reached in her drawer for another pair of panties. As she began to put them on, Christoph sat up and whispered, “Hey baby, come over here and sit next to me.”
Laurel giggled coyly, “I have to finish the dishes, and the kids are home now.”
“So! Do the dishes later. The kids will be fine. They are outside playing, right?” Christoph held out his hand for hers. She walked over and took his hand. Christoph tugged Laurel closer to himself. As Laurel moved close enough to him, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her down to him. She giggled and followed his motion by straddling him. She sat on his lap, leaned down, and kissed him passionately on his lips. Her tongue searched for entrance into his mouth. Feeling her tongue brush his lips, he opened his mouth and allowed the kiss to deepen.
“Mmm… Now that is nice,” Christoph spoke as they ended their kiss. Laurel leaned in again, this time kissing his neck and coming back up to his mouth once more, then slowly back down the other side of his neck. She began to rock her hips as she leaned back to kiss more deeply. The taste of each other lingered on their lips. Each kiss screamed for another. Laurel sucked his bottom lip into hers and bit down gently. “Ooh, feisty! I love when you’re feisty” Christoph responded in kind, playing at her lips.
Reaching his hand between her legs, Christoph ran his thumb over her opening and up over her clit. Laurel gasped. Closing her eyes, she began to push herself into him. She looked down into his eyes, “Mmm, you naughty boy… what are you up to? I thought you just wanted to, um talk.” He gently rubbed her clit again, this time pressing his thumb into her opening.
She licked her lips and leaned down to kiss his chest. She ventured a trail of kisses down his abdomen stopping at his navel to indulge her tongue. Christoph whimpered as she ran her tongue down his treasure trail, only to retrace her path back to his chest. Finding his nipple, she gently bit down. Christoph moaned, feeling the sharpness of her teeth on his skin. Again, he stroked her nub with his thumb, and then gently he pinched it between his thumb and forefinger. “You like that huh?” Christoph murmured as he stroked her again. Feeling how wet she was he slowly pushed one finger through her opening, drawing it out back to stroke her again. He enjoyed watching his wife as he stroked her, bringing her closer to climax.
“Oooh, Yes!” she panted as she now began to grind herself into Christoph.
Christoph pulled his hand away, grinning, “Oh then maybe I should stop?” He teased her now, waiting to see what she would do.
“Oooh, noo! Don’t stop!” Laurel made a pouty face, whined, but kept grinding into Christoph’s now growing manhood. “Now that’s more like it.” She grinned when she felt him growing hard.
Christoph reached around and untied Laurel’s dress. Laurel pulled it over her head and discarded it. While she was removing her dress, she felt Christoph running his hands up her stomach to her breasts then back down. Feeling his touch on her skin made her skin tingle. As her nipples harden, Christoph sat up and began to kiss her breasts. He wrapped his arms around her waist, took her nipple into his mouth, and sucked.
Laurel’s breath hitched, and she began to gyrate in his lap. Running her fingers through his hair, she grabbed two handfuls of his tresses and yanked his head back. Christoph winced in pain, but the pain turned him on more. He dug his nails into her ass as he began to pull her toward himself and grind his manhood over her opening. She moaned and pushed him back onto his back, then leaned into his face and found his mouth with hers. Her tongue found his as their kiss deepened once more. He moaned into her mouth as her breasts pushed into his chest, as she continued to gyrate and grind on his lap.
Christoph grabbed her hips, pushed her up, and guided her onto his thick hard erection. Laurel let out a loud moan as she felt him enter her opening. She began to grind herself harder as he pushed up into her core. Christoph loved to watch Laurel come when she was on top, but this time he was feeling more aggressive. He grabbed her once again; this time flipped her on her back and began to drive harder until they both came together.
Christoph collapsed on Laurel. Both were exhausted and covered in sweat. Once Laurel could catch her breath, she said, “Wow! That was awesome! What came over you, babe? You were an animal!” She giggled as Christoph rolled off her and onto one side. He lightly ran his fingers over her nipples as the perspiration began to pool between her breasts.
He leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips, “I’ve missed you. Watching you reminds me of how much I miss you. Plus, you are so sexy, baby. You really turn me on!”
Laurel cuddled next to Christoph, but his words struck a chord in her mind. Her thoughts took over as she began wondering why today was so different. Laurel had started to worry that their marriage had become so predictable and boring. She couldn’t help but wonder if she was the reason for the monotony in their relationship. Sex seemed only to happen on weekends because during the week one or the other was just too busy or too tired. This was a highly unusual circumstance. She wanted to ask him why the change, but was afraid she would erase the euphoric bubble they were in. She kept it to herself. “Perhaps we’ll talk later.” She thought to herself.
Hearing a knock at the door drew Laurel back from her inner monologue. “Momma, can I come in? It’s me, Peter.” Peter was their youngest son. He was soon to be 9 years old but still kept the role of the baby in the family. He was such a momma’s boy at times. Sometimes, his dependency drove Laurel nuts, like now when she really wanted to lay there next to Christoph and snuggle.
“NO!” Both Christoph and Laurel answered together. Then they laughed at each other’s response. They trusted that Peter wouldn’t open the door, but just in case, Laurel answered, “Sweetie, we’ll be out in a little bit. I’m going to get some dinner together in a little while. Okay?”
“Um, okay, but why are you in your room?” Peter asked. Laurel looked to Christoph and stifled a giggle. Christoph pulled her into his embrace and held her close.
Christoph spoke loudly, “Hey, Pete, we’re resting right now. I’ll be out in a little bit to help you. I think momma has some stuff she needs to do in here. Now, go on and get your homework done. Okay?”
“Okay, Dad,” Peter answered. “I’m hungry though.”
“Okay, be there in a little bit,” Christoph repeated.
He leaned in and kissed Laurel on the lips, then whispered softly, “Why don’t you take a little nap, or take a nice soak in the tub. I’ll take care of the boys. Then we can make some dinner together.” Laurel looked completely surprised. “What?" Christoph asked with a smirk on his face. "You don’t think I can manage?”
“Um, no. It’s not that,” Laurel began. “It’s just unexpected. Um, thank you, but maybe I’ll just take a quick shower and then make some dinner.”
“Okay my love, if you insist. I’ll see you soon.” Christoph kissed Laurel once more, then got out of bed and put on his pants. Walking to the dresser, he grabbed a black t-shirt out of the drawer and pulled it over his head. The t-shirt fit his chest snuggly, which brought a grin to Laurel’s face. Christoph has such a lovely physique. Laurel never tired of watching him.
With that, Christoph blew Laurel a kiss and walked out the door.
Laurel lay there on the bed a little longer, enjoying the quiet, peaceful moment. Her thoughts went back to the incredible sex they had just experienced, not only once, but twice. She tried to remember the last time they climaxed twice in one night together. It was so uncommon any more. She had a tough time recalling. She then decided it must have been the first few years of their marriage because ever since the boys were born, they had to plan around their boys’ sleep schedules. This made everything more predictable and less spontaneous. She found she really like surprises like this.
Letting out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, she decided it was time to get showered and start her night time routine. She headed into the bathroom and turned the shower on to let the water heat up. Looking into the mirror, she saw her hair in its matted, bed head mess, and giggled. “I guess it’s a good thing he went to help the kids and not me.”
Shaking her head as she stared in the mirror, she kept reminiscing to herself about fantastically giddy she felt. “Damn, the sex was fantastic!” The words rang out, but could not nearly describe her giddiness and satisfaction she now felt as she stood there staring into the mirror. With a huge grin on her face, she found herself wishing this could happen more often.
Turning to the shower, she stepped in and immersed herself under the stream of warm water. “Ah, this is wonderful,” she said, as she stood, soaking in the hot steamy shower. Leaning against the shower wall, she let the water stream down her body. The rivulets of water washed over her skin, causing her skin to goosebump at first. Soon, it began to soothe and relax allowing her mind to begin racing again with thoughts of “why” and “what is different.” As she began to lather her hair, she started wondering if she should talk with Christoph. At the very least, maybe she should ring her girlfriend on the phone and see what her opinion would be. She giggled at the thought of calling her friend. Even though she felt seriously concerned, she still felt that ‘schoolgirl’ hype that made all girls want to share about the new boy they had a crush on.
Rinsing off and finishing her shower, she thought the wiser and decided this time, she would see how the night and days to come carried on. “Perhaps this is just random,” she thought to herself, “No need to get all paranoid.”
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Napkin Scrawl #17 -- Barreling down the Road...
Stretched out and fast asleep in the back of my SUV, I’ve set the autopilot for my destination. “Ah,” I think to myself, “I’m so exhausted. I’ll just curl up in the back here and sleep and still have plenty of time to get where I need to be.”
The vibration and motion my SUV makes me sleep peacefully as I’m taken to my final destination. Turning over, I stretch. My dog is at my side, snoozing right along with me. I hear no noise, just nice and smooth travel whilst I sleep.
“Huh? Wait! Where am I?” Looking out the SUV windows, I see my SUV has jumped the median. I’m speeding along at 70 m.p.h. crossing both sides of the freeway. “Oh, Shit!” I shout aloud. Commando crawling from the back of the SUV toward the front, I begin to panic. Shaking off the sleep, I come to my senses, “What the fuck was I thinking! Calm down… calm down…”
The crawl is hard to do in a bouncing SUV. I’m still barreling forward at high speed. ‘Thump, thump, thump.’ The SUV is back on the freeway on the correct side… I sigh deeply. Squeezing between the front seats, I grab the steering wheel. I swerve erratically through the lanes as I try to get the last bit of my legs through the seats.
Finally, I have accomplished my crawl from the back and am sitting in the driver’s seat. I realize there is no autopilot. “Crap! I need to keep going! I hope no cops saw me.”
‘Beep, beep, beep.’ ‘Beep, beep, beep’
“Huh?” I glance up and realize my phone is going off. I pick it up to answer, “Oh, shit! Wow! It’s only a dream!”
The vibration and motion my SUV makes me sleep peacefully as I’m taken to my final destination. Turning over, I stretch. My dog is at my side, snoozing right along with me. I hear no noise, just nice and smooth travel whilst I sleep.
“Huh? Wait! Where am I?” Looking out the SUV windows, I see my SUV has jumped the median. I’m speeding along at 70 m.p.h. crossing both sides of the freeway. “Oh, Shit!” I shout aloud. Commando crawling from the back of the SUV toward the front, I begin to panic. Shaking off the sleep, I come to my senses, “What the fuck was I thinking! Calm down… calm down…”
The crawl is hard to do in a bouncing SUV. I’m still barreling forward at high speed. ‘Thump, thump, thump.’ The SUV is back on the freeway on the correct side… I sigh deeply. Squeezing between the front seats, I grab the steering wheel. I swerve erratically through the lanes as I try to get the last bit of my legs through the seats.
Finally, I have accomplished my crawl from the back and am sitting in the driver’s seat. I realize there is no autopilot. “Crap! I need to keep going! I hope no cops saw me.”
‘Beep, beep, beep.’ ‘Beep, beep, beep’
“Huh?” I glance up and realize my phone is going off. I pick it up to answer, “Oh, shit! Wow! It’s only a dream!”
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Napkin Scrawl #16 - I'm Sorry
How does one say, “I’m sorry” when all you have are words? You cannot express yourself with facial expressions, audible voice, trinkets, or touch, just written words.
Words written, put me where I am today. Words written, sunk deeply into the heart and mind of the ones I love. Words written to mean one thing may have been misstated or misunderstood. How does one make right what has been said?
Feelings, emotions, were the driving force behind the words. Did they speak out the correct meaning? Tears, sadness, loneliness, and rejection make one say things they do not mean. So often, we allow our emotions to speak before our brains kick in. Yet, when our emotions well up inside and everything comes to a head, don’t you wish you could clearly choose to hold your tongue until the dust settles? Sometimes the emotion stirs like a tornado and you speak out, hoping that you can throw the anchor out to find that one person who can anchor you.
Once the dust settles, the guilt presses in. Guilt makes one think unclearly too. In an effort to right wrongs said, we often tend to offend the ones we love.
Also, can you tell me, why do we often feel that negative emotions must bring us to a point of admitting that we should no longer be in this world? Am I so weak that I need to threaten the end to life just to feel better? Death is not the answer. Life is to be lived, WITH all its difficulties. What is it Friedrich Nietzsche said? “That which does not kill us makes us stronger.”
Now my words have been read and my pain subsided. Now I feel I have lost you. Perhaps it is just me, but I feel distance between us. How can I recover what we once had?
My hope is that “I’m sorry” is enough because that is all I have. Moreover, thank you for being there when my tornado blew through.
Thank you for being my anchor.
Words written, put me where I am today. Words written, sunk deeply into the heart and mind of the ones I love. Words written to mean one thing may have been misstated or misunderstood. How does one make right what has been said?
Feelings, emotions, were the driving force behind the words. Did they speak out the correct meaning? Tears, sadness, loneliness, and rejection make one say things they do not mean. So often, we allow our emotions to speak before our brains kick in. Yet, when our emotions well up inside and everything comes to a head, don’t you wish you could clearly choose to hold your tongue until the dust settles? Sometimes the emotion stirs like a tornado and you speak out, hoping that you can throw the anchor out to find that one person who can anchor you.
Once the dust settles, the guilt presses in. Guilt makes one think unclearly too. In an effort to right wrongs said, we often tend to offend the ones we love.
Also, can you tell me, why do we often feel that negative emotions must bring us to a point of admitting that we should no longer be in this world? Am I so weak that I need to threaten the end to life just to feel better? Death is not the answer. Life is to be lived, WITH all its difficulties. What is it Friedrich Nietzsche said? “That which does not kill us makes us stronger.”
Now my words have been read and my pain subsided. Now I feel I have lost you. Perhaps it is just me, but I feel distance between us. How can I recover what we once had?
My hope is that “I’m sorry” is enough because that is all I have. Moreover, thank you for being there when my tornado blew through.
Thank you for being my anchor.
Friday, June 4, 2010
Napkin Scrawl #14 - Angels Among Us
As a child, I seemed to be afraid of everything. The first fears I recollect were legitimate. I grew up when a notorious killer was on the loose and had serious nightmares of him. I woke many nights screaming because in my dreams he had killed my parents and was after my little brother. In my dream, blood was everywhere. The killer chased after my brother and me… and in the end, the part that made me scream, I watched him capture and kill my little brother.
I was one of those who, before bed, had a ritual. I would check under my bed and in my closet, looking for someone, anyone who could be hiding there. I shudder to think of what I would have done had I found someone. Once I found that all was clear, the closet door had to remain open all night, but I was set and ready for lights out. My parents would close our bedroom door every night, which compounded the darkness and my fears.
Too many nights, I would lay in bed, wide-eyed, searching the darkness for shadows. My imagination would run rampant; I would hear noises in the night. Finally, only from pure exhaustion, I would fall to sleep.
One night, I woke screaming. I had had one of my worst nightmares. It still sits in my memory decades later. On that night, my mother brought a bible opened it to some random page, placed it in my headboard and told me that Angels were there in my room watching over me. The Angels would protect me from any more bad dreams and they would keep the shadows away. I clung to that thought and fell fast asleep.
In fact, it was that thought that helped me through many of my fears. Even today, as a grown adult, I fear the darkness and I fear being alone. Call me crazy if you must, but those Angels are always here. They always help to ease my mind.
I think this is when the concept of Angels watching over me became reality in my life.
Now, I see that Angels come in different forms. Not only do they watch over me as I sleep, but they show themselves in forms as friends. I speak to them every day. They have an uncanny ability to know when I am down or just need an ear to listen. Although they are not physically with me, I feel their arms around me when I find that I need a hug. They reach out for me when I have become silent. Or just stop by to chat.
Oft times, I must admit, I feel as though I may burn my Angels out with my mood swings and fears. However, one day, an Angel asked me, “Do you tire from being leaned on by others? You see,” continued my Angel, “You are an Angel to many, including me. Do you tire of us?”
Of course, I’ve never thought of myself as an angel. However, I replied from my heart with a reverberating NO! “You see,” I explained, “I understand the emotions all too well and therefore feel the need to be there whenever needed. I love to help a friend in need. If I lift a friend's spirits, or help to calm their savage beast just a little, I feel complete.”
My Angel smiled at me, or at least I imagined so, I could see it as she typed. “Then why do you think any less of us? We love to help you when you need it and we feel complete when we’ve lifted your spirits, or calmed your savage beast.”
“I can’t help but worry that you’ll tire of me and leave.” I replied.
That is when I realized that there are different types of angels. Some only touch our lives but for a moment as they move on to the place where they are most useful. Others, fall into our lives, never to leave. There aren’t many that stay, but when they do, it is so nice to know they are always there no matter what.
I wonder if Angels tire of us asking them if they tire of us. If I were an Angel, I would always answer no. Are all angels the same?
I am so thankful for the Angels in my life!
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Napkin Scrawls #11 - Blank Emotion
Swirling, swirling, swirling. Flailing, flitting, whirling. My thoughts escape me. Fleeting, flitting, scampering away. Not one remains. Panic ensues as I sit here grasping for a memory, a thought, anything. But, nothing stays.
There is nothing behind the eyes. No thought, no emotion, blank. Exhaustion fills me.
All is at a loss as I stare blankly before me.
A tear emerges, spilling over the blank face, leaving a trail of moisture as it falls. And then, another.
Music on, eyes now closed, music fills me now with it’s own emotion. Soft swirling, emotion fills my mind as the strings strum, the keys pound, the horns blare. Like a shot in the arm or an electric current, my heart begins to pound… I take a breath. And then, another.
Life emerges as music promotes new emotion.
Breathe in breathe out.
Is it enough? Will it carry me through the day? Only time can tell.
No longer completely blank, I look to you for happy joyful thoughts. Something, anything to hold life for me, as I continue through my day.
Tiredness still abounds, but sadness is fleeting now. It’s time to catch a second wind in the sails of my day.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Napkin Scrawl #10 - Remember When...
As I stand in my shower, my fortress of solitude if you will, my memory is a flood of “Remember Whens.” Who knows why this topic astounds me…
Remember when…
You woke to the sound your little brother crawling to the bathroom because he couldn’t walk with his braces on his feet? The braces were to help straighten his knees, but you laugh because he still runs like Forest Gump.
Remember when…
You kissed a boy on the school bus when in Kindergarten. First love of your life, first kiss besides your mother. Kenny, never could put his shoes on the correct feet.
Remember when…
You and your brother collected toads and kept them in the milk box outside on the porch. The milkman hated us that day when he delivered milk and freed the toads.
Remember when…
The neighbor twins came over to play with said toads and decided to see if toads flew. Mom was not happy to have toad splat on her roof.
Remember when…
At six years old, your family picked up stakes and moved to a place where you knew nobody. Sucked!
Remember when…
After moving into new home, neighbor girls came over to meet you. They didn’t care for your brother too much … which was fine because neither did you.
Remember when…
While at Oma’s ranch, Opa was milking cows when you and your brother decided to run through the troughs. The cows were not too pleased with the interruption and Opa didn’t care for getting kicked.
Remember when…
You took matches into a dry field, next to a creek, with your brother. That was fun until the retired fireman/farmer came and insisted upon frisking us because he KNEW I had matches. Lucky for me, our Aunt and Uncle arrived in the nick of time.
Remember when…
You got so sick of your brother that you threw darts at him when he wasn’t looking. *evil grin*
Remember when…
The darts stuck in him.
Remember when…
You threw a broom at your brother and Mom saw the hole in the wall… Oops.
Remember when…
You thought it was cool to cuss… but now you can’t because it speaks your emotions on so many levels.
Remember when…
You stood up to the class bully because he was picking on your best friend. Thanks Mom for teaching me how to kick between the legs. He never looked at me the same.
Remember when…
You played “Truth or Dare” and “Dare” was what all the boys would pick for you.
Remember when…
You played “Truth or Dare” you always picked “Dare” once for them and “Truth” the rest of the time, because we all know that once you’ve seen it, you don’t need to see it again.
Remember when…
You met your trumpet teacher and all you could do was stare at his lips.
Remember when…
You took your trumpet teacher out to dinner. He wouldn’t ask you, so you made the first move.
Remember when…
You and your trumpet teacher got married and while on the first night of your honeymoon, you got a crank call whilst in the throws of passion.
Remember when…
Nine years later, your first son was born. And almost two years after that, your second arrived.
Hmm, the memories do astound me…
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