Stolen Moments in Time

>> Life is passion. Life is music and art. Life is poetry in motion... Have I got a story for you, my friend. <<

Trembling hands reached out and touched her. She leaned into him and sighed from the pleasure of the simple touch. It had been years since anyone thought to rub her shoulders, to even notice that she was clenched up in pain and stress. And to lean back and let herself relax was almost more than she could take. It's not that this was innocent - these things very rarely are - but for a moment in time, she allowed herself to believe that it was okay anyway.

His hands made circles on her back, on her neck. He traced down her arms with a feather's touch and she shivered from the sensation of such intimacy. Slowly, ever so slowly, he leaned down and breathed a kiss along her neck. Never before had she been shaken so deeply to the core. Filled with trepidation and excitement, she turned and looked at him, not knowing what to do. Want and need took over her entirety and her breath came out in a strangled sob.

It had been years since she had been kissed and, stupidly, the only thought that she could grab on to was that she would ruin this perfect moment from lack of practice. As he pulled her into his arms, she held back a laugh at the absurdity of the thought. There was so much more than inexperience to worry about. This moment between them, this was a stolen moment in time - all too dangerous, and far from innocent.

>> I wanted to stop reading. The moment I realized that this story was one in which their union was illicit, I felt cold. But something in the way it was written made me wanting more. The woman in this story, she broke my heart and I wasn't sure why. <<