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Pit’S Note Book Avalanche (Part 5)

It was early evening, winter. The sun was dying slowly. Outside was white, crispy and cold. Sun and moon were bouncing over snow covered hills and making them sparkly. Inside was warm, quiet and cozy, such was the evening.

Adam and Mirabelle were sitting in the dining room and waiting for their meal. Nothing mattered for now. They felt comfortable with themselves, satisfy being in the moment. There was no run ups, no confusion, no mistakes.  They felt like being together and just being in the presence of each other was enriching. There was nothing that had to be done and nothing to go for. They surfed into the time bubble and became invisible, yet fully present. They still felt the ecstasy of making love together. Happiness. Peace. Relief. Completion. Joy. This was such an electrifying experience like clash of the titans. It was amazing, so amazing to break through and reach for something that they had both tried to avoid for so long.

She was so fulfilled that she could carry his ***** in her. She felt like a full woman now, like mother earth or extremely valuable like she had positively past the most important life exam, she mattered and she was precious. She was so in love with her ***** like she respected her totally and admired what she has done. When his ***** hit her inner walls she went crazy. It was like earth would break under her and she lost touch with reality, disappeared into the thick air of pleasure. She was sitting now in front of him smiling. She could not believe what happened.

He could not escape from visions of her face when she was ******* violently. She looked at him just before she peaked in her ****** and her eyes were filled with love and abundance. She had such a desperately request in her eyes that he almost froze for a moment. She lifted her legs and caught them by her knees, like she would to increase her fertility, that way he could see her legs hidden in the stockings - especially her thighs and the edge where the stockings were touching her naked body. This hit him like a lightning and when her ***** tightened in the first second of her climax, he fired out like machine gun. She milked him quickly with every squeeze of her ***** muscles and still was pumping him more. It was extremely painful and pleasurable at the same time. She was squeezing him hard for a long time. He still felt that painfully over his **** tip and enjoyed it greatly.

“I love your ****,” she said quietly.
“Yes. It was amazing,” he replied. “I lost control.”
“Me too, “she admitted. “Sorry for swearing.”
“That’s OK. I swear a lot too,” he comforted her.
“I never heard that, “she said.
“I swear a lot when I am upset but just in my mind,” he answered her. “Why did you want to see me in the US?”

“Here is more like home to me,“ she said. “I was born here. I have my horses here, my land and quiet, innocent life. France is more of the business and craziness. I am not a big fan of **** but this is my work and money...Where do you feel like home?”

“I am homeless,“ he said. “I can’t find my place. I feel everywhere like I would sit on paper boxes ready to pack and move out. I am constantly on the go. All the time I am trying to catch something or escape from something. I have no place to call home. When I can write the rest is not important. I am in the process. I don’t bother but...I can’t write all the time.

I have home in you,” he added after awhile.

“What is your new book about?” she asked.

“I would like to write something about submissive and dominant love but I don’t quite understand how it works,” he said. “Are you submissive?”

“I don’t think that it is so important who you are. What is important is if you really love or not. You can be totally submissive only if you are in love. If you show dominance and you don’t love it can be easily treated as discrimination. Besides, I think that all these rules are more of an artificial game and life is spontaneous. Would you like to be submissive?”

“Sure. But how?” asked Adam.
“I would like to dance,” she said and left the table. She put the music on and next came slowly towards his chair and pulled him out of it.

“Hold me, strong. I want to feel your power,” she said and she laid her cheek on his chest and they started to dance…close…and their bodies were in touch…and their scents mixed.

It's four in the morning, the end of december
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
New york is cold, but I like where I'm living
There's music on clinton street all through the evening.

I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert
You're living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of record.

Yes, and jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?

 
           
Bolek Bolek 41-45, M 12 Responses Feb 15, 2013

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I have home in you! That is what I desire! Those are my feelings....This is brilliant. I loved this one as well, Peter. Thanking you. kissesssssssssssssssssssssss....I know no one else who writes like your words taste here. Magnificent. Like leaves in spring. *smiling more* xxx

Future belongs to us.
I am happy because you are.

I run to your stories. Then back for your words fresh, clear. kissessssssssssssssssssssssssss....And off I go again! *giggling*

As long as it is fun we will reach for more of it.
As long as light burns in your mind so healing will last and will turn shadows into spots of brightness.

Kiss you. Kiss you.

Wow! You write so well, it feels like the characters are real!!!

That sounds extremely promising.
Thank you.

You have a real good imagination Peter,I can picture the story in my mind.

Thanks. Yes I believe so.
I am glad that you can see it.

I'm reading all of your stories all at once, but I think I'll need to go to bed now-my head hurts, but I don't want to because I'm enjoying this so much. Maybe I'll read one more story...

Love it.
I am so sorry about uncomfortable feelings.
I hope you will be well as soon as possible.
Next parts are even better I think.
Please finish all if you can if not take a good rest and come back when you can.
Thank you so much for your kind words.

This is written with an incredible sense of e "humanness"...it seems that you wrote this with the greatest of ease because this is exactly what you know...you know the depths of love, physically, mentally and spiritually...you nailed it all with your words and that photograph...that photograph speaks volumes...you used your words well...they spoke between the lines...I don't even fully understand what is going on in terms of the story plot here, but it doesn't matter...you sent me to a different place reading this...to be able to do that is rare...you told two stories in one... your gift is unique and powerful. Peace

Lets talk. Lets read. Lets think.

All will be explain and still we will not know much. Life - all mysterious.
Thank you for beauty of your heart and your friendship.

Only what I can say it is Hollywood story with happy ending and real blessing for all. Everybody will be amazed when the final chapter will come into life and blessing will take place. I saw it and I am quiet sure about it. Otherwise I would not do it.

My book is alive. It happened it is happening and it will happen.

LOVE IT, LOVE IT, LOVE IT!!!!

Thank you so so much.
Thank you.

You're welcome. Keep doing your thing

"There was nothing that had to be done and nothing to go for"
Not offently enuf does the busy life gives this feeling

I believe in love and I believe that it is possible.
I dream that it is and I experienced that in past.
I hope I will have more chance to feel that way.

I experienced it in the past too... But these days the story changed too much it seams...

It's beautiful. Truly, I love it.

My pleasure. I am so happy now.

Ure good its like i was there watching

Thank you.
I am glad that you like it.

Write "woman" instead of "full women now" ; "am" in "when I ma upset but just in my mind" ; and "from" in "escape form something"...
Put a comma after "Besides" and a period after "“asked Adam"...
Erase the "o" and "-d" in "they started too danced"...
"scents" is better than "smells mixed" (I think)...
"december"; "clinton street" and "jane" are proper nouns... The first letters should be written in capital letters...
Take care & God bless always! <3

Done.
Cohen song is I thing the way he wrote.
It comes directly form his site than I am not fixing him.
Thank you.

Nice :0).. Getting more and more sucked into the story

Amazing.
Great.
Love it.
Thank you.

very x-rated :-)

Not for kids for sure.
However we are adult.
Thank you for smile.