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C O U N T D O W N: Missing Hours
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”I don’t know why I said that,” I confess. ”I haven’t had dinner, or lunch for that matter.”
”Let’s order something, Bette Porter. What would you like?”
”Poached salmon, asparagus with hollandaise and french fries. You?”
”I’ve had dinner already so,…I’m thinking of dessert. Do you like chocolate?” She asks while dialing for Room Service.”
It didn’t take long after dinner, wine and more Scotch to find ourselves, with her shoes and my boots off, leaning back against the Tabard Inn’s headboard and talking about everything, but Donald Trump.
At one point during dinner, when she had slipped french fry after french fry off my plate, I’d brought up the topic of his hallucinations, which we talked about in some depth, but soon the topic drunkenly drifted, as things do, to her telling me a story about dropping ecstasy at Burning Man last summer.
I had stared into her eyes as she described her out of body experience of joining with a ring of naked dancers around a bonfire that had at its center — a forty foot high effigy of Donald Trump engulfed in flames.
Now we’re leaning back against the pillows, and she’s telling me more extraordinary things that happened to her at Burning Man, until finally looking over at her I cannot stop my desire of falling lips first into her cleavage.
I watch her taking a sip of red wine and then lightly licking a droplet away from the top of her lip.
”I need to tell you something.” I say very softly while my hand slides inside her dress and finds her nipple.
”Hmm,” she whispers back, ”the hands of a surgeon.”
”A brain surgeon,” I remind her before we kiss.
She slides down into the bed. ”I’m a little dusty from the horses. Does that bother you?” I ask.
”I smell them on your neck.” She licks up my skin to just under my ear. ”Salty.”
I slip her dress off her shoulders, forgetting every annoyance of today and thinking only of curves and nipples and sucking them. She opens her legs to me and moves my hand into her wetness and heat and bites my neck when I slide inside her.
Another long kiss and she pulls my shirt tails out of my riding pants and whispers she wants me naked.
”I hate to stop,” I half moan in her ear.
”More of you,” she says while pulling her dress over her head.
Nude and kneeling at the edge of the bed, she pulls my riding pants off and somewhere over her shoulder sail my bra and panties. One french manicured finger traces down the single strip of hair that I wax into a thin line straight to my clitoris. In circles she plays with my aching for her.
Closing my eyes, I feel her lips on mine, her breasts pressed against me, the pleasure of her sliding inside me, we make love slowly and rhythmically…riding the long waves of pleasure and sensation.
I roll her over and suddenly the awareness of my fantasy unfolding – the vision I’ve had of her under me – the longed for realness of being with her, sends my animal brain up to eleven.
Transformed, I hear a gasp of breath from her and everything changes between us. Everything.
She digs her fingernails into my back, and cries, ”Jesus! Fuck me,” and we’re locked on a ride of throbbing currents, until the sounds and shockwaves of our final climax… shoots through me…far, so very far from my control.
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Hope you enjoyed Chapter Two.
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You write Bette so well. What a great chapter and very hot! Thanks for posting so soon!
Very kind of you to say! I’m very pleased with the story. Once I tried writing Bette using the third person narrator and the muse refused. She’s either in my ear on headphones, or there’s silence. I do, however, get to pick the pictures.
Command, i am glad that you get to pick the pictures, they are absolutely stunning. Esspecially the picture from Nightingale. I admire horses for their strenght, beauty and kind heart.
The way you write Bette is very interesting and i love it!
One question, the picture from the woman , do you know the real name of her? She seems familiar, but it isn’t Laurel Holleman?
Thank you for the incredible chapter!
The actress Julianne Moore is the TV pundit in this story. Pleased that you enjoy the pictures, so delighted you found the chapter incredible. I’m pleased with it and it was very fun to write!
Hi, Command:
Nice story and nice characterization of Bette Porter, but you left us in the middle of “something”, and in an odd place with someone, I would never guess, isn’t it Julianne Moore? Well anyway, I like your story and I’ll wait for your update. Thanks
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Yes, Bette showed us emotional range in that last chapter, from confidence to vulnerability… and more. In writing its conclusion I’d felt to extend that last scene with conversation between the two lovers would have taken the energy I’d built and brought it too quickly back to reality. To me, I like that we’re still imagining them in Room 303 at the Tabard Inn. In story time, it’s still the middle of the night so, anything is possible.
Loved the chapter and Julianne Moore is a beautiful woman and wonderful actress but, she is no Laurel Holloman. Bette should always be in the arms of Tina Kennard. Will we ever see Tina for Bette, really hope so. Ir would have been wonderful for America and the world if something like this had really happened and none of us would have to be living with what we are in the Presidency. Really enjoy your writing. Thanks for posting.
Let’s get Bette involved in the journalistic world of behind the scenes sources first. She’ll be furious, once Trump gets elected, and I imagine her focus will be directed toward women’s rights, science and technology fund cutting measures, climate denying Cabinet members and reams of their environmental rollbacks and replacement bills. All of this will upset her.
I’d love for Bette to meet Tina at the Women’s March. In story time that march is six days away.
Maria, the TV pundit and journalist, is a wonderful character and companion for Bette – to knock Bette back into the game-on mood for sexual dalliances.
Tina, as a heartful, but nonetheless crafty head of an NGO will be needed, as the story of Docter Porter’s deepening involvement — in what she views as a “nightmare presidency” unfolds.
I hope we all will learn from the backroom intel, she and others will be gathering. Cool themes about medical science, (you know she’ll be hot-headed on the threats of cutbacks to research, the environment and women’s issues.)
This narrative setting of Washington under crisis is target rich for storytelling.
If you can, please enjoy Julianne Moore as a juicy lover for Doctor Porter’s enjoyment at the moment, and let’s what happens…
I truly appreciate your comment.
Let’s get Bette involved in the journalistic world of behind the scenes sources first. She’ll be furious once Trump gets elected and I imagine her fury directed toward women’s rights, science and technology fund cutting measure and, of course, climate denying Cabinet members and reams of devastating environmental rollbacks and replacement bills that appear to insane. I’d love for Bette to meet Tina at the Women’s March. In story time that march is six days away.
Nice update. Thanks