Welcome to David’s Notebook

It is a new day for a new place, David’s Notebook has arrived. And to start a new season off as theatre types say, let’s open with something new. I hope you like it.

A Kiss

It was just a kiss on the hand, but it wasn’t. It was her kiss, her lips, her eyes, her hair, her body, it was all of her. And then, it was more as she moved her lips from the knuckles of his hand to his face. The tip of her nose a hairs width from his, his eyes stolen by her’s and her breath became him, he shuttered. 

His skin was on fire, the waves washed up on the shore, his hand held hers and the stars got brighter. He had no control, like the spider she drew him to her web, her web of desire. He should have control, no let her, it will be better that way.

“I wanted to feel rich like all those other people, people going places in their expensive clothes” she said in that sultry voice with just the perfect touch of sadness.

 “How much does it take to feel rich?” he asked.

“I don’t know” she replied as she lay back against the palm tree and  dropped her eyes to the hand now holding her ankle.

 “Are you done?” she asked

“Oh… I’m sorry” he said returning to tie the strip of fabric around her ankle.

She watched him work. “Was he rich?” she wondered. He had saved her from a former lover. His touch was warm and caring, she liked it. He was handsome and young, she liked that to. He looked rich like all the others, but he was caring and they weren’t.

He finished and she leaned back towards him.

“Is that better?” he asked.

She just moved closer bringing that scent of jasmine with her. He wanted her. He wanted her right now, right here in the sand, he wanted to be touching her. He could already feel her lips upon his. He could taste her, but for all of it, he feared rejection. She seemed too beautiful for him. Doubt was a soul mate.

 “Will you stay with me tonight” she asked as her eyes carried him even closer. His hand moved to her knee and her lips to his month. He was breathless. She pulled him down to join her on the sand. He felt himself against her. She was the fire that caused his skin to burn.

He would …stay the night!

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A short story by David Hutchison