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PART ONE ~ THE BEGINNING OF THE DAY

As she sits down and begins her day with a slow stretch and a sip of coffee, her thoughts turn to him. She closes her eyes and remembers the slow deliberate lowering of his lips to her, the full weight of his mouth on hers as he kissed her the kiss of a thousand passions. Her mind wanders back to their shared moments of desire and a tingle of electricity shot thru her as she thought about the time they would share again in the very near future. The wetness .. the heat .. the moaning of her name by his voice .. the explosions .....

PART TWO ~ THE MID-MORNING BREAK

As she worked thru her day her mind continued to drift back to the memories of him. His firm Guidance of her through the troubles she faces, his support, friendship, his romantic nature, his passion. Oh yes his passion! The way he ignites the inner burning desire in her with his tender forcefulness, his mouth, hands, body and his eyes. Those haunting eyes that melt all of her fears and reservations and cause her to submit to his protection and release to him. How could he be so real, she thought. Yet with all he does for and with her, how could he not be? She looked up from her desk and saw the shadow of him cast on the wall. Was it an illusion or was it the memories and future dreams of him coming to her as he began the mental and physical bonding of spirit, heart and soul. She felt him deep inside her, completing and fulfilling the woman he knew she was.
But how could she be feeling this for he was not here .....
Or was he?

PART THREE ~ THE AFTERNOON SEQUENCE

As she glanced at the clock, she noticed that half of her day was done and at that instant she also realized that just mere hours of distance were between her and the one she longed for. Her gazed turned towards her office window and noticing the rain drizzling on the window her mind began to drift ..... to later on in the evening when she could once again be in the presence of his voice. The words he had written to her so far had begun to stir the smoldering fire that was deep inside her and she was consumed with ache for his voice, his touch, his taste, his smell. The dripping moistness from with in her gave her a physical reminder of the mental excitement he created in her, and oh did he know how to create she thought to herself. Her mind drifted deeper into this day dream fantasy, thoughts of him and how he felt both outside and inside of her. How he teased with anticipation, pleased with skill and tenderness, satisfied with gentle forcefulness, how he created and brought wave after wave after wave of exploding passions from her ..... she heard herself moan softly from her thoughts and looked around at her coworkers making sure that no one else had heard her release. Since all was well around her she started to relax only then to be struck by the overpowering thought that someone, yes she just knew someone, had heard her .... Damn Him, she whispered to herself, He Did! He had heard her moan. Despite the time and distance that separated them he had reached out and touched her once again ......

PART FOUR ~ THE END OF THE DAY

As she put the key in the door a sudden sense of familiarity came over her, and with a soft chuckle she shook her head. No, it could not be for it was not time as she glanced at her watch. Placing her days work on the counter she started her evening routine and upon turning the corner she froze ......... There he was, her Sir, standing before her in all his masculine glory. The sight of him took her breath from her and at the same instant, dropped her to her knees. She started to utter the question of how, for he was not supposed to be here, tonight they had made plans to be in voice with each other, yet there he was in person, her in his real time presence. Her sentence was but half complete when he raised a finger to his lips, a sign which she knew meant to ask no further but to just accept. "Rise My Lady" she heard him speak "and come to your Sir," a request which she neither could not nor would not deny him. As she drew closer, she began to tremble with excitement, quivering with the anticipation of his dominance of her. Slowly with deliberation, he took from her the layers of her clothing and then proceeded to strip her of her layers of fear until she stood before him naked and bare both in body and soul leaving her totally defenseless yet knowingly protected by the one whom she had long ago surrendered to. He stepped back and began to circle her, gazing upon her beauty as his eyes traced every line and curve of her, slowly soaking her form into his mind. As he completed the circle, his eyes locked on hers, opening the window to her soul and melted away all her fears and reservations while inflaming the need to submit that lay within her. He lowered his face to hers bringing the full weight of his mouth on hers and their tongues began to dance as they kissed the kiss of a thousand passions. She then heard the deep timber of "His Voice" whisper in her ear "Come with me My Lady" .... hand in hand, heart in heart, mind in mind, soul in soul and spirit in spirit, they made their way to "Their Nest" to renew their commitment of "One."

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