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Welcome Home

I stood there at the arrivals gate, barely able to contain myself. Every fiber of my being ready to burst forth and splatter you with love the instant you walked though those horrid gates. You had texted me moments ago “@ customs”. Close, so close I could taste it. Taste your lips on mine, the comfort of your arms around me at long last. Oh my love it had been too long, far too long.

bzz bzz

I looked at my blackberry “some sort of delay – sorry love – Patience – just a little longer”. I died a small death. NO! no …no…no…. I cradled the little black electronic device to my chest, hugging it. Come on … come on!

You had gone on this adventure trek in the desert to physically push yourself to the limits. I had wished to go with you but had been unable to convince my boss to let me have the time off. I was needed at the office. Exploding in anger, I had said a few things that could have been career limiting.

With a last hug you warned me that you’d have no cell service out there, in the middle of nowhere. Brightly and jokingly I responded that I’d survive … but would you? I had not realized then, how crushing the silence would be. Day after day I stared at the little black screen, willing it to buzz and do it’s little dance. Waiting for a sign that you were thinking of me, loving me even from miles away. I felt you in my heart, thought of you obsessively and looked at the picture of us on my screensaver remembering out goodbye and your warning. You had known how affected I would be. The one left behind.

How I had missed you. The ache and longing so profound I could only compare it to mourning a loss. The void that had been created with your departure was a warning however, that I had become far to dependent on you. At first I felt abandoned. Lashing out like a petulant child. Angry at your having left without me. Talking to friends with long “What if’s” and “it’s not fair’s”. Then I settled. Pouting. Miserable. Hurt. A few days later I snapped out of it. It’s not who I am to dwell and engage in self pity marathons. I’m not this person! Who the hell is this? I reclaimed my independence, found satisfaction in knowing you loved me and had come into my life. I kept busy, not to flee loneliness, but because it’s in my nature. I saw neglected friends, attended some events and relaxed in the quiet meditation of solitude.

I was walking to the gym, as per usual for that time of day, when the no longer so familiar bzz bzz resonated in my pocket. My heart soared! The imposed cone of silence had been lifted! Frantically I fumbled with the keyboard, typing in my password, trying to get to the sweet words, my eyes and heart thirsty as if they had been the ones in the desert sands. I sank to my feet giddy with tears of relief. “You would have loved it. Love you. MISS YOU. Can’t wait to see you. Home soon.” I responded frenetically, afraid of renewed silence. But the fear was pointless as the flow of texts resumed, your love flowing towards me in a torrent of funny, sexy and playful messages.

Now, here I was quivering with anticipation. Biting my lower lip, standing on my toes to look over the people in front of me. Not wanting to miss the split second you came into view.

And you did.

You braced yourself as you saw me hurdling towards you, dropping your bags and bending you knees, arms open wide. A huge smile on your face and the fatigue of the trip gone in a flash. We collided. My legs wrapped around your waist, my arms around your neck a shower of kisses made you dizzy. You turned us around and around as our lips finally met. The world melted away, there was only you and me and utter silence broken only by the rhythm of our hearts beating. You stumbled a little finding a wall to brace me up against. Our kiss continued, long, intense, deep and soulful. A thousand “hello’s”, a million “I missed you’s” and an endless series of “I’m so happy to be with you’s” were exchanged.

You let me slide down, still kissing me, not wanting to break our renewed connection. Your hands cupped my face holding me there a moment, frozen, making me feel so very precious. You pulled me in close, an arm wrapped around my back and waist, the other around my shoulders. A protective cocoon. My digits played with the bottom of your t-shirt searching for skin. Not finding it I pulled your top out of your shorts, at last my palms glided along your lats, your abs, your lower back. You sucked your breath in, your body tensing at the delight of my cool fingertips making their way up like the child’s song “itsy bitsy spider”. You pulled away reluctantly, feeling more than a twitch in your shorts… we stared at each other almost not believing.

“harrumph …. Get a fucking room you two!”

We burst out laughing at the grumpy soul that had spewed those words like venom. But we had the antidote, love coursing in our veins.

I grabbed your smaller backpack and you followed me to the car. The whole way home, a happy silence between us. I did want to hear all about your trip but right then I just required the stillness – to soak up the pleasure of you, sitting there, next to me. You seemed to know this intuitively. Your hand on my knee, playing, caressing, stroking. My body responded, I sighed, as your hand traveled a little higher. My inner thigh hyper sensitive to your gentle back and forth. We had often fooled around in the car, but it wasn’t a sexual energy that was between us this time.

I parked. We made it to the elevator. We kissed so long that we missed it and had to wait for it to come back down again. We didn’t mind as we indulged in the pure ecstasy of each others presence. Down the hall we walked, I chattered happily now and you just smiled as you watched me act like a hunting dog, going up ahead, turning around, coming back and leading the way again.

The key turned in the door. We walked in. The bags dropped. Home.

That’s when the world outside was no longer a witness. You grabbed me, pulled me in so close I could barely breath. “ I missed you” you whispered rapidly breathless. I knew you wanted a shower but my hands were already getting rid of your clothing with a different plan in mind. Every inch of me ached with the need for us to unite again in the most intimate way possible. Your kiss was long and sensual. Love emanating from you like a force field, inviting me – and only me – in.

We dropped to the floor, headless of the mess we were leaving behind us, or caring that only a few feet away a comfortable bed beckoned. Our eyes could not leave one another, our hands touching, sometimes soft and tender at other moments frenzied. Naked flesh cried out elated at the touch of skin against skin, arms hugged, legs squeezed, mouths traveled, tongues licking and chests heaving with pleasure and in the blink of an eye there you were poised, looking down at me, my legs wide in welcome, your cock entering me slowly, pushing the walls apart softly as you slid inside. We gasped as our bodies at last united. A tear rolled down our cheeks in unison. Slowly we made love.

Hips thrusting, cunt clasping and not letting go, cock buried and never wanting to leave, hairs on our arms reaching out to the heavens, moans and cries of pleasure resonating and bounding against the walls… it did not take long for our bodies to explode in united, thrilling and total abandon to one another. The joy of our reunion manifested in an orgasm that flowed with, to and from each other. Too soon, it was over.

“Welcome home” I sighed as you lay on my chest, my fingers curling in your hair my thighs sticky from our passion. With your arms wrapped around me you replied, panting softly “never apart this long … again… ever“. Your lips found mine and you kissed me deeply, less hurried, starting the play again. I smiled . All was well with the world again. My man was home.

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July 6, 2009 - Posted by | Beauty, erotica, romance, Sensual | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,


  1. Fantasia,

    Your writing is a pleasure to read, so beautiful.

    Comment by pashun | July 6, 2009 | Reply

    • Thank you fellow blogger! the pleasure is very much mutual. I look forward to your next instalment! And best of luck with the book. PLEASE keep me posted.

      Comment by Fantasia | July 7, 2009 | Reply

  2. Does it make any sense to say thank you. Even to you? Does it?

    Comment by abufares | July 7, 2009 | Reply

    • It didn’t … but now it does. I am simply pleased that you saw something you liked in what I wrote and that it made you feel good. Then, my “work” here was successful. Thank you Abufares for being an ever loyal and supportive reader. I hope I continue to stimulate and entertain your beautiful mind.

      Comment by Fantasia | July 7, 2009 | Reply

  3. Seems a very personal account and i loved the detail … my cool fingertips making their way up like the child’s song “itsy bitsy spider” … and the way you described the void after he left.

    Funny thing love – can you be so in love that you become too dependent upon someone? Where is the line between total commitment and having enough of a separate life that you are still an interesting individual? Takes a lifetime together to work that out I think!

    Great work though – loved it


    Comment by ukroadrunner | July 7, 2009 | Reply

    • Utter fiction! The fact that you felt it to be a very personal account means I achieved what I set out to do! For that I thank you for your ever wonderful “critique”. Your comments ukroadrunner, are often the most well thought out and provide me with the feedback that made me want a blog in the first place. Thank you for truly taking the time.
      As for the rest, Ah well, for me life is a series of adventures captured in the details. I’m glad my imagery hit home. Love and Independence – Partners or Oxymoron? It is a very good question. One I struggle with all the time. But then, I’ve not had that lifetime yet.

      Comment by Fantasia | July 7, 2009 | Reply

  4. Stunning piece.


    Comment by Charlotte | July 7, 2009 | Reply

    • Stunning? Oh wow … well a compliment like that is certainly a nice way to introduce yourself Charlotte!! Welcome to my blog. I hope you will visit again. I want to thank you for taking the time to share your thought and comment. Not because of the compliment, although I humbly thank you for that, but for taking the time to let me know you were here and liked what you saw.

      Comment by Fantasia | July 7, 2009 | Reply

  5. Amazing. Reminds me of the first time hubby and I were apart for any length of time and the aftermath of my return home. Thanks for the memories.

    Comment by pixieblue | July 7, 2009 | Reply

    • Awe! Well in that case I am really extra pleased I chose to post this story!

      Comment by Fantasia | July 7, 2009 | Reply

  6. I have gone marking the atlas of your body
    with crosses of fire.
    My mouth went across: a spider, trying to hide.
    In you, behind you, timid, driven by thirst.
    –Pablo Neruda, “Twenty Love Poems: XIII”

    Comment by disorderlybeautifulchaos | July 7, 2009 | Reply

    • Words to make me swoon. Oh the power of language. Disorderlybeautifulchaos – I look forward to the morsels you may leave in the comment boxes of my blog. Like rare truffles being left behind on a little treasure hunt. Welcome sensual friend.

      Comment by Fantasia | July 7, 2009 | Reply

  7. What a beautiful story! Difficult for me to read – tearful yet joyful at the same time. Your ability to capture and relay an intimate moment is truly a gift. It is not an easy task and yet you make it seem so. Thank you for sharing your gift with us.

    Comment by Silia | July 7, 2009 | Reply

    • Oh Silia…. I am glad that the tears were tempered with joy. You always make me feel a little embarrassed with your praise. Perhaps because it means a little more coming from you now that we have collaborated and share this intense bond over prose among other things. Thank you friend.

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | July 7, 2009 | Reply

      • I enjoyed our collaboration as well and the bond is sealed!! 🙂

        Comment by Silia | July 7, 2009

  8. WOW, what can I say? WOWs… That´s exactly the situation I´m in!!! Thx Fantasia!!!

    Comment by letstalktoday | July 8, 2009 | Reply

  9. When I read your story Fantasia I imagined my own homecoming to Silia. She will be waiting for me. I don’t know whether we’ll be able to get past the elevator, or the airport for that matter. But when we close that door behind us I’m sure we won’t make it to the bed. Thank you Fantasia for the beautiful writing.

    Comment by Thorn | July 8, 2009 | Reply

    • Thorn, ever the romantic. I can see it in my minds eye. Thank you for giving lovers everywhere a reason to believe.

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | July 8, 2009 | Reply

  10. Very well done. 🙂

    I felt the love that the characters had for each other. I was really brought into the story. I found it very exciting even though it was more romantic and less erotic the way I usually like these stories. You are broadening my horizons.

    Comment by shanagol | July 8, 2009 | Reply

    • shanagol …. thank you. I do different things to keep it fresh for myself. Some stories are more “edgy” like “Playing with Fire” or “Watching Stalking”. Others like this one, “Deep Blue O” and “Dinner for Two” are more Romantica.
      Lov(h)er falls …. well I’m not sure … *grin* … It’s not an attempt to please everyone, it’s a thirst to broaden my own horizons.

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | July 8, 2009 | Reply

  11. I simply loved the story. Very detailed in terms of thoughts and reality role play. I loved the parts where dependency and fervent desire oozed from the two of you upon meeting… kind of like “the first time all over again.” Greatness!

    Comment by Jeraud Craig | July 9, 2009 | Reply

    • Thank you Jeraud! I have often asked myself “where is the fine line between love/dependency and independence?”
      Are love and dependency entwined?

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | July 9, 2009 | Reply

      • I believe so. I mean, when it comes to two people, both have to depend on each other to give, receive, and maintain the love shared between them. At least, that’s how I see it. What do you think Fantasia?

        Comment by Jeraud Craig | July 9, 2009

      • I don’t know to be honest. hence the struggle. In part I agree and in part I believe that true love comes from a total lack of the dependency. It’s then not a form of slavery and the real freedom of love. I say it often enough. Love is not ownership. But there is an “opening” of the self that must occur. But I think … I think real Love is when you do all of that with no need for it to be returned…. but it is.

        Comment by Fantasia Lillith | July 9, 2009

      • Hmmmm. That’s a good point. And I don’t say that lightly. Very well put Fantasia.

        Comment by Jeraud Craig | July 9, 2009

      • Thank you for the dialogue! it’s nice to see a blogger engaged in the delight found in the back and forth of conversation.

        Comment by Fantasia Lillith | July 10, 2009

  12. Beautiful, sensuous, passionate. Reading your story reminded me that I once had love like that. Thank you

    Comment by megawfa79 | July 11, 2009 | Reply

  13. I have to agree with the delight found in the exchanges.

    Comment by Jeraud Craig | July 11, 2009 | Reply

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