Jaye Bahre
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Hello All!
I am a holistic healer, an introvert, a lesbian, a mother of three, a fucked up soul just trying to find her way in this world... The varied pieces published here are my spirit leaving knowledge for yours...
Stories (2)
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Shhh....
“Shhhh… We’re safe here in the darkness…” she whispered to herself furtively. She looked back around the corner of the building quickly, noticed no one and then whipped herself back into the shadows. Heart racing, blood pumping, small beads of sweat breaking out on her upper lip and hairline. Through the thin tank top, her nipples could be seen, rock hard and pointing the way. Terror shivered through her deliciously, or maybe it was anticipation at what was to come.
By Jaye Bahre8 years ago in Filthy
It Was Just Sex: Exorcising the Spector of Unhappiness
And there she was again…Lizzy…how quietly she arose in my dreams, unbidden. She had been coming to me more frequently as of late. My body hummed at the vision of her short, brown hair tousled from our lovemaking as it curled softly at her ears. Her lithe, floating shape complete with perky breasts made me lose my mind. All I could hear was her tinkling laughter as I watched her hair fall over her eyes in a glorious explosion of laughter and joy. The joy only I could give her; my long fingers exploring her silken wetness, my mouth taking her in beautiful breasts, first one then another. My energy rose with her moans of pleasure, and then it happened. I am awoken from my bliss by a freight train of sound coming from the other side of the bed. “Goddamn it, WHY can’t I get even a moment’s peace?” I rose in disgust. Thighs wet with desire for my sweet Lizzy, I quietly left the bedroom and my snoring husband, Peter. I made my way downstairs and curled up in my favorite recliner. I covered myself with my mother’s old quilt and try to get back to Lizzy. In my mind’s eye, she was dancing away from me now as we stood in a field of wildflowers that stretched to the edges of my dream vision. As she ran, she called to me over her shoulder something I could not understand. Her laughter teased my ears again and I could smell her sweet body on the breeze that kissed my face.
By Jaye Bahre8 years ago in Filthy
