I don't know why I started another chapter of this. Well, no, that's not true. I needed to work on a story that basically didn't have a story. It's pure sex and it helps me get back on track with my "story" writing. As before, I don't know where this is going after this or if it is...

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Today I am angry.

It's been 7 months, 7 months and 9 days, since she came to my room that night. I'm still not completely sure it wasn't all a dream. Every day the memories bring my body back to that night, and every day I try as hard as I can to forget it ever happened.

But my body ached that morning and still does. Every inch she touched was on fire as if her finger prints were burnt into my skin. My lips swollen and sensitive. My center still throbbing.

I miss her. I missed her before that night and I miss her now more than ever. There are so many questions that I want…no, need to ask.

My work hasn't suffered. That part of me is strong enough to push forward. Occasionally someone will ask if I'm okay. Usually they catch me staring off into space. Of course, thinking about her. They know I miss her—her friendship. They don't know how much I long for her touch.

I stopped trying to contact her after a few months but I haven't stopped trying to find her. She broke me that night. My heart will not be complete again until I have some kind of explanation. I don't understand how she could, after all these years, act on the passion that always boiled just under the surface and then leave like it never happened. Did I do something wrong that night or since?

We have a break at work and I've decided to retreat to a mountain cabin in Colorado for a few days. My coworkers and friends know that I am ok but they don't know where I am. I only want to be alone. I'm tired of being angry. I'm hopeful the fresh air will clear my head as I simply want to move on with my life. I can't let one night…one amazing night…dissect my world.

It's glorious here. The air is so crisp and clean. I could see myself living here for the rest of my days after I retire. Breathing in the cool air rejuvenates my soul. I can feel the tension draining from my body. The musky, woodsy scent of the evergreens is so natural that I wonder why I've never noticed how the rest of my world smells.

The sun is just setting over the mountains as I prop my feet on the balcony railing. The orange and reds of the sky mingle and merge like blazing watercolors. But as quickly as they appear; they are now gone and the sky begins to fade to grey. Before I finish the last of my coffee the grey turns to black and millions of sparkling stars dot the night's sky.

The chill of the night air chases me inside to the simmering flames in the flagstoned fireplace. I stoke the embers and throw on another log. My pajamas are already laid out and waiting for me on the edge of the bed that's positioned on the other side of the room. This is only a one room cabin. There is no need for ostentatious.

This cabin is for solitude and introspection; quiet and nature. This isn't Disney World. Miles separate the next dwellings. A town even further. It's why I chose it. It's why I need it.

In an hour's time I'm lounging on the sofa fresh out of a steamy shower and in my flannel pajamas, with a mug of hot chocolate, of course with marshmallows, a good book and a roaring fire. This is what I imagine Heaven to be like. Or whatever magical, perfect place there is.

I haven't thought about her in the last few hours. As the days and minutes go by it's getting easier to not remember. It's getting easier to not be so angry. But it's still hard.

Finally I am lulled to sleep by a crackling fire and a coyote's howl in the distance.

An ashen log loses its fight with gravity and collapses within itself. What's left of the smoldering embers spark thru the iron grate. My eyes blink open. I don't know what time it is. I don't want to know. I didn't bring a watch and my cell phone is turned off and for only an emergency if one were to arise.

The chill of the mountain air has crept inside the balcony door that I must have left slightly ajar and under my once warm pajamas. I reluctantly pull myself off of the sofa and toss two logs on the fire.

By the time I return from the bathroom the fire is again roaring and I close the balcony door. I stare out into the darkness for several minutes. The almost full moon casts yellow light onto the small patio and brightens the white mountains in the distance.

She would like it here, I think, at least for a few days. She's started to grasp and appreciate the modern marvels that most of us take for granted. It's fun to watch her become enthralled and frustrated with our technology and our fast paced world.

I rest my head against the cool glass of the sliding door hoping to freeze out the thoughts I've worked so hard to keep at bay. How can memories make me happy, sad, and annoyed all at the same time?

I'm angry again but this time at myself. Nothing I do can prevent it. I give in to the images that flash thru my mind and I'm taken back to that night. It was so hot that night and I couldn't see her-only feel her. Her nimble, cool fingertips raking up the outsides of my thighs. A shiver goes down my spine. My body is becoming heated just from the thoughts of her; the feeling of her. I swiftly strip out of the pajamas I'm wearing. I no longer need the added warmth. No one can see me anyway.

I imagine her fingers and hands continuing up my hips and my ribs. Goosebumps break out all over my skin. She barely brushes the sides of my breasts and my knees almost buckle. No one's touch has ever done what hers does to me.

My hands grasp my breasts; my hardened nipples press against my damp palms. Without thinking a satisfying moan escapes from my lips. I squeeze and knead and pinch until every movement I make echoes as a deep yearning throb between my legs.

My legs are swiftly turning to jello but I can't move. I don't want to. What if I move and these feelings…these sensations…go away? I want her to keep touching me.

A fog of condensation is appearing on the glass door as my labored breathing intensifies even more. I am alone so I'm not worried about someone hearing me. I'm not sure I would be able to control my outbursts anyway. My heavy panting, my low moans, my whimpers of pleasure; they are without abandon.

Just as I'm about to release my breasts I feel her hands cup around my own. Her ministrations mimic mine. Slowly she guides my hands down my stomach. Oh so slowly. I know where she is leading me and I want her there faster. I try to urge her on but she only laughs in my ear.

Her low, throaty laugh is music to my soul. I lean back against her. My mind has taken my body to her or her to me, I don't know which. I don't care. But I can feel her. Her naked body is pressed against the back of mine. Her nipples as hard as mine poke into my back. Her center tickles my bare rearend.

Something about feeling her behind me turns me on even more. I wasn't sure that was even possible but it is. Hot liquid pools between my legs. I try to reach back and touch her. I want to feel her soft, porcelain skin. But she doesn't allow me to. Her hands push my own further down my body until my fingertips can feel the steaming heat rising from my center.

I nearly lose all control as our fingers push though my silky, wet folds. My hips buck involuntarily as we continue this journey from the sensitive apex thru the swollen knolls and finally to my delicate entrance. I cry out her name as she guides my finger, ever so slowly, inside my body.

As I work slowly towards a frenzy she encircles the bundle of nerves that has never been more on fire. She anchors one arm around my belly as I thrash against her. I simply cannot control my movements any longer. It's as if someone is controlling my brain and body with a remote control.

I want to stave off my orgasm for as long as possible. My body has never felt this glorious. My whole being has never felt this glorious. But when she changes the pace of her manipulations and rakes her teeth lightly down my back I lose everything I was trying to hold on to.

Waves ripple through my body as my legs clench together. She doesn't let go of me even as I continue to twitch in her arms. My heartbeat pounds throughout my body.

Slowly I start coming back to normal but she makes one last circle and tap with her finger that's still lodged between my legs and the cycle starts all over again. I've never had two orgasms back to back and so intense before.

My legs do falter this time and I'm vaguely aware of floating to the sofa. Whether from the heat or the exhilaration my body has taken, or both, I pass out nearly as soon as my head hits the pillow.

Or maybe I have never awoken from this dream.