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Sharlene sat at the piano for what seemed like hours, staring
at the keys. She reminisced of times spent with Klyde. She began fingering the
keys and notes she never heard before began to play. She closed her eyes and
images played in her mind as the music flowed.
His fingers played over her body elegantly. He knew exactly
what he was doing and where to touch to get the most erotic responses from her.
Klyde was truly a master with his hands. Klyde manipulated her body as well as
he manipulated the beautiful ivory keys when he was teaching her how to play
the large instrument. He was as talented as he was charming.
Tears flowed from her eyes as she remembered Klydes touch,
and the music got more and more intense. Sharlene’s breath began to catch and her
pulse began to quicken as the most beautiful images of their love making played
in her head. It was almost as if his ghost was right there, fucking her while
she played a song that seemed to form out of nowhere.
He was gone forever, except in her memories. Why did you leave me Klyde? Wasn’t our love
worth living for?
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So sad and touching. I hope she forgives him because it seems he lives on in the music she plays. Are you making this a ghost story? Love those. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Dianne. I am not sure what I will do with it. Thanks for the idea though. :)
DeleteSo touching and moving. Will he come back to her as a shifter or spirit? Or is he through with her for all eternity ~ the cad?:) xo
ReplyDeleteThank you Muffy. When I was writing it, my thought was that he was in fact possessing her body.
DeleteHas he really gone for good. Oh Klyde you left her sad. Such a sensual teaser. Love it
ReplyDeleteThanks Naomi. I am glad you enjoyed it. :)
DeleteI so love the last line and I think we have all had that feeling at least once in our lives. Why didn't he understand how much I loved him? Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you Cassandre. I believe you're right. We all have felt that way at one time in our lives.
DeleteAw, sad and yet beautiful. I loved your emotive teaser.
ReplyDeleteThank you Gemma. The picture was inspiring. :)
DeleteI've often fantasized about musician's fingers, playing on skin. Great use of the picture.
ReplyDeleteThank you Angelica! :)
DeleteBeautifully written yet so heart breaking at the end
ReplyDeleteThank you Vampire.
DeleteHaunting picture and the accompanying post complements it so well. Great teaser.
ReplyDeleteThank you Venus. I'm glad you liked it.
DeleteOh wow..this really is moving, so sad and powerful. Very well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you Havan.
DeleteBeautiful Teaser!
ReplyDeleteThank you Cyril.
DeleteVery sensual teaser, but sad a what happened to her love.
ReplyDeleteThank you Ray. I am not sure what happened to him yet. I may figure it out at a later time.
DeleteMy mind got caught up in the double entendre of this line - "when he was teaching her how to play the large instrument". However, the very last line snapped me back to reality. I wonder how many people wake up everyday and ask themselves that same question - is this life worth living.
ReplyDeleteNice Leann, haunting and well written.
So sad at the end. Beautifully written.
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