Untitled Story
The sweet aroma of his cologne followed her as she left her bedroom and headed straight for the bathroom. The sex had been good, but they both knew that nothing else was to ever come of it. The soft feeling of his wandering fingers still haunted her body as she carefully and methodically cleansed herself and deep within the heart of her mind she wished that the outrageous sensations that he created within her would never end.
She heard her bedroom door open and without a word exchanged, she knew that he would not be there when she returned. Splashing some water on her face, she collected her thoughts and didn't even notice the closing click of the front door. One of these days she would tell him how much she enjoyed their sessions together and that her life was so empty. No matter how much the thoughts bounced about in her mind though, she knew that she would never verbalize them. Those were things that a man such as him didn't want to hear. She couldn't risk losing him now.
Returning to her deserted room, the smell of sex still lingered and she stood there for a minute reminensing before she started stripping the bed. She never knew the next time he would show, but she always had room for him......
Copyright 2000 Untitled fiction story by Robin Facchiano
