101 Erotic Nights: The Sheherazade Diaries. The Diarists Secret

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      A soft, yet firm whisper, “Don’t speak”, enters his blindfolded world. He knows she’s there before the voice confirms it; that unmistakable musky scent combines with an undertone of apricot oil to invade his confused thoughts. The softest touch of a silken finger brushes the downy centre of his abdomen in slow, circular motions moving teasingly downwards. Not sleeping but just below the surface, inhaling deeply, he is intoxicated by the heady perfume, as a hand slips down to the oily pool that now lies in the well below his belly.

       He hears a murmured inducement: “Lest you wake from your reverie, my sweet boy.”

      He smells a smoky, woody opiate and willingly sinks into a dreamlike state. Too soft this touch upon his thighs, a tongue tip searches inwards, whilst fingers dip into the oil and find their slippery way to his waiting manhood. Tongue and fingers become one in his dancing mind and still the dance goes on.

       Her breath is warm as the Mistral in June as he feels the weight of gossamer-clad breasts fall upon his unsuspecting face. A gasp, “hush!” A throaty whisper from her now as she places a bud-like nipple to his open mouth and he tastes the apricots as she sits astride him:

       “Not yet, dear one, not yet …” Her lips so close he feels the breath as she withdraws and slides down to take him in her mouth. A probing tongue lingers and swirls ’til his single thought is of the utter softness of her and he can hold back no longer. Her wet lips graze his cheek in a parting gesture and she gently removes the silken scarf from his eyes:

       “Remember me, as I shall remember you, Ghassan.” He hears the door click shut. His eyes have yet to adjust but the husky voice and her scent will stay with him always.

       11.38 pm

      Miles has fallen asleep. I am wide awake. So much for that then!

      He looks gorgeous lying there, the strong line of his jaw, dark stubble, tousled hair, a bit too long. Is that grey hair at the temples? The moon is bright tonight, waning yet giving a strong light across the room. We sleep with the curtains open – helps us get up in the morning!

      I want to draw him. I haven’t drawn for ages and my life drawing must be rubbish now. Laurent used to say anyone can draw if they practice enough. He taught me the principles of perspective one hot balmy day in Uzes … enough Beth, enough!

      I’ve fetched my pad and charcoal from the bottom of the wardrobe. Miles is still asleep. I draw his face, every line and crease so familiar and I fall further in love with every stroke. His kind of love, constant, honest.

      I’m tired now. It’s already tomorrow. I need some sleep.

       Day Two – Tuesday 24th September

       7.48 am

      Miles has woken me with a cup of tea, kissed me on the head and gone off to work. I feel awful. I’m all tangled up in the duvet. My drawing pad is on the floor and there are charcoal marks over the sheets. Did I really draw Miles last night? Haven’t lost the skills then. Wonder if he noticed?

      Can’t be bothered getting up, but must. First class is at 9. They’ll be expecting their essays back. The tea is good. Miles knows I like Earl Grey with lemon in the morning. He thinks it’s very middle class! I feel so tired … that dream?

      Okay, up girl! Short cycle to work will get me going.

       10.30 am

      Coffee break – starving. Have taken a pastry from the canteen and am now sitting at my desk. Julie is wondering why I’m not staying to gossip as usual – told her I had work to do. The class were restless today, maybe it’s just me. Found the cycle run hard today, seemed uncomfortable! Maybe I need a new seat, maybe one of those soft gel ones for ladies! Don’t want to get a thrush infection at this stage in proceedings! Thinking of tonight’s story … Maybe I could just read Ghassan again since he fell asleep halfway through.

      Text from Miles:

      >>> Hi sweetie, sorry I fell asleep last night! Did you have a nice dream? Xxxx

      How did he know about my dream …?

       12.38 pm

      Lunch. No time to write. ‘Leaving’ lunch for James the technician. He’s off on a world trip. Lucky him. Have bored him to death already with tales of my gap year!

       5.59 pm

      Busy afternoon. Too much paperwork. Home now.

      Stripped the bed. Must not use charcoal in bed again! The drawing is good. Make a mental note to do some more.

      Imogen’s on the phone.

      “How’s it going Beth? Did he like Ghassan?”

      “Hi Imo! He fell asleep.”

      “Early days Beth, early days. Have you got one for tonight?”

      “Maybe!”

      “Okay I’m sending you an email with a PDF of some stuff you might find useful and I’ve challenged the writer’s club to come up with some stories for you!”

      “Okay, that’s great, thanks Imo!”

      “No probs! See you later. Bye…”

      Oh God! It all feels so public somehow. Even though her club is online and anonymous, it still feels like other people are taking over. I’ll reserve judgement until I see what transpires but I must find some stuff myself.

      What will I do for tonight’s story? Last night was a bit disappointing and I can’t get the ‘dream’ out of my head. Did it really happen? If it did, then Miles wasn’t so sleepy after all! I’m going to try and scribble it down before he comes home. This will be tonight’s offering. I’ll call it ‘2.00 am.’ I’ll write it from his point of view, that should give him a surprise!

       7.35 pm

      Managed to write something. Hope he isn’t shocked!

      He should be home soon. It’s his squash night. There’s an M&S Jalfrezi in the fridge. I’m sitting watching Game of Thrones on Sky eating macaroni and cheese. I’m trying a vegetarian phase. Laurent was vegan. Very challenging. I found Miles such a relief after all of that – he’ll eat anything!

       8.58 pm

      He’s still not home. I’m having a cup of camomile tea. Will watch СКАЧАТЬ