The Telling...

Greco · 06-29-2013, 08:41 PM

The painting went well this night. Luciana looked at herself in the mirror and contemplated her own image. She lived with images, and feelings, made her living sensing, and seeing. She smoothed coconut oil over her face, and the image of Mariana opened before her...Mariana, stunning, sensual. Why did she not take her? All the signals were there.

Luciana gazed at the silver hair riding her temples, and the mirror seemed to open to her thoughts...Mariana, was also gazing at herself in the mirror, wondering, thinking about Luciana and why this night came to such an early ending...Mariana gazed at her body, touched her arms, her breasts, and thought, "I am gorgeous. Why didn't Lu want me?" She felt Lu's energy embrace her at that moment, as if Lu were there touching her, caressing her, but she shook herself out of this fantasy.

Luciana, gazed into the mirror and for an instant felt the impulse to call Mariana...to tell her that she wanted her, desired her at that very moment. Luciana did not call Mariana. Luciana went into her bedroom, and prayed for self-control. She did not sleep soundly that night. Tomorrow she would do her long run.

A draft...Greco

06-29-2013, 08:41 PM	#1
Greco Senior Member How Do You Identify?: GNC, not Trans, REAL. TIME. ONLY. Preferred Pronoun?: REAL. TIME. ONLY. Relationship Status: REAL. TIME. ONLY. Join Date: Apr 2010 Location: In a good life. Posts: 3,200 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 11,160 Thanked 6,616 Times in 2,285 Posts Rep Power: 0	The Telling The painting went well this night. Luciana looked at herself in the mirror and contemplated her own image. She lived with images, and feelings, made her living sensing, and seeing. She smoothed coconut oil over her face, and the image of Mariana opened before her...Mariana, stunning, sensual. Why did she not take her? All the signals were there. Luciana gazed at the silver hair riding her temples, and the mirror seemed to open to her thoughts...Mariana, was also gazing at herself in the mirror, wondering, thinking about Luciana and why this night came to such an early ending...Mariana gazed at her body, touched her arms, her breasts, and thought, "I am gorgeous. Why didn't Lu want me?" She felt Lu's energy embrace her at that moment, as if Lu were there touching her, caressing her, but she shook herself out of this fantasy. Luciana, gazed into the mirror and for an instant felt the impulse to call Mariana...to tell her that she wanted her, desired her at that very moment. Luciana did not call Mariana. Luciana went into her bedroom, and prayed for self-control. She did not sleep soundly that night. Tomorrow she would do her long run. A draft...Greco