He had seen her from across the room as he stood there, wondering who she could be. Even though he had seen her so many times before around this small town, he never tried to get to know her. Mainly because he was dealing with his own problems in his life. Recovering from a hurtful divorce, working on his latest book and the writer’s block, which was stopping him from doing so. It all seemed like nothing more than one constant nightmare that he couldn’t escape from. But now, here was this woman, so alluring and mysterious, that made it impossible for him to take his eyes off of her. He had no idea why he found himself attracted to her, he just was. There was something about her that he found irresistible. Making him want to find out what it truly was that made him feel this way. But how? How would he do that? He couldn’t just go up to her and start talking to her. For the way she held herself, he could tell that she was a higher class of person than him. And a religious woman to boot. He found that out a little while ago when she stood near him, overhearing her talk about her involvement in the church. He knew right away that a horror writer like him would definitely not impress her. In fact it would disgust her to know what he did. Like so many others in this town.

“Mark, why should that matter? You have a successful career. You are well known in the literary circuit and have the ability and funds to do whatever you want.” He thought to himself.

But even that didn’t seem to convince himself, which normally it did. Every once in a while he caught her glancing his way. Giving him that same warm, welcoming smiles, and yet he could swear that he saw something else there. It was as if she was curious of who he was. She was probably the type of person who knew just about everyone in town, but he was a stranger here. Only moved in a couple weeks ago, so she never had the pleasure of finding out who he was. Or even to dray him into her religious circle.

It was right at that moment, a woman with long blond hair walked across the room and over to him. The alluring black dress that she wore showed off every curve of her body, making most of the men at the party look her way. Yes, she was an attractive woman alright, and she knew it. Her name was Heydin Reid, his publisher’s ex-wife who was making sure that Mark tried to fit in with the locals. Even though that was something that he really didn’t care to do. Mark was the type of person who didn’t like that many people to know about him, that way he would not make a spectacle about himself. But with his popularity, that was something that he found himself unable to do.

“Mark, I am so glad that you could make it. Are you having a good time?” Heydin asked in a chipper tone.

“As good as I can be expected too. Thank you for having me.” Mark replied politely.

“Yes, not like the parties you are probably used to back in Chicago. In fact you could say it is quite boring.” She said.

“Yeah, gets any more lively and a funeral is going to break out.” Mark said coldly.

Just from the way Heydin was talking, he could tell that she was already on her way of being totally drunk. Normally, he would try to tell her to slow down and pump some coffee into her, even though coffee never did any good. But his was her place, so who was he to tell her what to do. Anyway, talking to her, gave him the chance to find out who that woman was. That was if Heydin was willing to tell him that.

“So how is the writing going?” she asked smiling.

“Not so good. I seem to have lost the inspiration that I had. But I am sure that it will come back to me.” He replied.

He knew that she was going to ask that, so that way she could tell his publisher about his progress, or in this case, lack of it. But that really didn’t matter to him at the moment. The only thing that did was to find out who that woman was. And this might be the only chance that he had to do it.

“Heydin, who is that woman standing over there across the room from us?” he asked.

“Who?” she asked turning around to see whom he was talking about. When she did, she turned back to him with a smile on her lips. “That’s Nancy Edwards. She is well known in this town. She does a lot of things for the church, even the community too. I think someone told me that she is in the choir… I’m not sure about that.”

Her voice seemed to trail off for a second, as if she was suddenly lost in some other thought. Mark only hoped that wasn’t true. Because what he knew about Heydin, she had the tendency to drift off away from the conversation she was in and into something else. At least that was what his publisher had told him about her, before he had came to this small coal-mining town.

“Is she married?” he asked, as his eyes glanced at Nancy.

“What? What did you ……?”

“Is she married? Nancy Edwards? Come on Heydin, stay with me.” Mark said looking over at her.

“Oh, no she isn’t. She got a divorce a year ago. I’m not sure what the reason was. But from what I hear, she isn’t seeing anyone.” She said, and then hesitated for a moment. “Why? Don’t tell me that you like her.”

Mark didn’t know what it was that he felt for this woman, for it had been a while since he had been interested in any other woman. No matter what though, he knew that he had to find a way to meet her. To find out what he could about her. That was if he would have the chance to do so.

Heydin walked away from him, to get another drink as he stood there thinking about Nancy. The more he stood there watching her, the more he found himself wanting her. But, what would he say? That was the one thing which he wasn’t sure about. It wasn’t like he was at a conference where he knew what the conversation was going to be about. Still, the challenge of it brought about a feeling deep within his soul that excited him. Making him want to get to her, to find a chance to meet her.

“Go on Mark. Go over there and talk to her. You know that she had been looking at you. So she is interested in you too. So just go over there and talk to that woman. You have been divorced now for two years and you have kept yourself in total isolation. Now is your time to do something that could possibly change your life.” A voice said in his head.

The whole time the voice talked to him in his head, he had turned and put his drink on the table next to him. He tried to think of something to say, something that would catch her attention. The only thing was, he had no idea what that could be.

Excuse me, aren’t you Mark West?” a woman’s voice said, coming from behind him.

When he turned to face the woman, figuring it was someone that was one of his fans, he saw Nancy Edwards standing three looking at him with a smile on her lips. For a moment he found himself not sure of what to say. Something that he normally had never experienced before.

“Yes…. Yes I am.” He finally replied.

“I thought so. My niece has read all your books and she loves them. I normally don’t read horror stories, but I was curious about them. I have to admit that you are really a talented writer.” She said.

“Thank you. I always appreciate compliments from someone who discovers my work.” He replied.

“I really do like it. I never thought anyone could have such talent like yours.” She said, and then hesitated for a moment. “By the way, I’m Nancy Edwards.”

“Nice to meet you.” He replied, smiling.

“I have seen you around town before, but never had the chance to talk to you. You always seemed to have a lot on your mind.” She said.

“Yeah, that’s the way a writer is some times.” He said in a joking tone. Can I get you a drink?”

“No, I don’t drink.” She said as her smile grew wider.

They made their way over to a space on the couch where they could sit and talk. Sitting there for hours getting to know one another, but to Mark it only felt like minutes. The more he talked to her, the more he found himself becoming interested in her. There was something about her that drew him to her. Not wanting to turn his attention away from her, no matter what it might be for. Her hand reached over and touched the side of his face as she told him how sweet he was. Mark had heard women tell him that before, usually wanting something from him. But with Nancy it was totally different. She was honestly feeling something for him. Or at least that was what he thought. Her words had such feeling behind them. Something that he had never experienced with a woman in such a long time. The one thing that he was not sure about was to what extent, if any, were these feelings of hers going to take her? They sat there a while later, finding themselves unable to think of anything else to really start a conversation about. Mark looked at her, as a sudden thought appeared in his mind. One that he dared not say to her, for he knew that she would surely slap him for it. “What would it be like to kiss her? To really kiss her with such passion?” But that was something that he knew that he couldn’t think about any longer, let alone speak to her of. As he tried to get the thought out of his mind, he noticed her staring at him curiously. It was obvious that he was making it known to her that there was something on his mind. Something that, just from the look she gave him that she wanted to know what it was. But he couldn’t let her know, for it would make him seem like he was hitting on her. Yet…. What if that was what she wanted him to do? Maybe she was wondering why he didn’t try to make a move on her. Or suggest that they get together for dinner or a movie. He just remained silent, sitting there, waiting to see if she was going to say something to him. The way her green eyes stared at him, didn’t make him feel uneasy though. There was something about them that made him feel more relaxed than anything.

“What are you thinking about, Mark?” she asked.

“Nothing, it’s really nothing at all.” He replied, trying to think of something to say to turn her attention away from him.

The only thing was, there was nothing that would. He knew that she wasn’t going to let up on him until he told her what she wanted to know. She had asked him a couple times again, saying that she really wanted to know. That she wouldn’t laugh at him if it was silly . Just from the way she had said it, made him believe her, even though he had no idea why.

“Come one Mark, I expect my friends to always be honest with me, no matter what it is that they have to say. You can trust me.” She said as she moved closer to him.

Mark suddenly felt like a schoolboy trying to admit to a girl that he had a crush on her. Feeling the nervousness swelling within him, as his mind raced with so many thoughts that made it difficult for him to even concentrate on anything around him. He knew that he would have no other choice but to tell her what he had been thinking and deal with the embarrassment if it were to come.

“Well….I don’t know how to say this.” He started to say.

“Just say it. I am not going to get offended or laugh at you. I promise as God as my witness.” She said smiling warmly at him again.

“You’re right, I am just going to say it. You see Nancy, you are a very beautiful woman and I 2started to wonder……what it would be like to kiss you.” He finally admitted.

In a way he felt relieved that he finally told her, even though now he would have to worry about how she was going to react. She sat there looking at him with a serious expression on her face for a brief instant, then that same smile came back again on her face. She giggled slightly, making Mark start to think that he had made a bad mistake in telling her. Still, there was nothing that he could do about it now.

“I know…. I shouldn’t have said that. I am making you feel uncomfortable. I am sorry.” He said in a low tone as he started to look away from her.

“Oh no Mark…. It’s not that. I just found it funny because….well, I was wondering the same thing about you too.” She said.

Mark turned back to her, no believing what he had heard. His eyes filled with excitement as he felt his heart starting to pound slightly harder. He wanted to think that she was just being nice to him, or that she was just playing some cruel joke. But for some reason he knew to well that she wasn’t that type of person to do that.

“Really?” he asked.

“Yes. You are an intelligent, creative man. The type of man that I have never met before. The whole time we sat here talking, the words you said just took my breath away. We have so much in common, more than you really know.” She said as her hand held his.

Mark couldn’t find any words to say to her, even if there were words to say. All that he could do was to sit there and listen to her. While inside him, the longing for her kiss started to burn him, growing like a mighty inferno. He looked at her, into her eyes and was able to see something that he never saw in any other woman’s eyes. Something that he wasn’t sure of, but wanted the chance to find out what it was. They moved closer together, her hand touching his chest as their lips met in a tender embrace. His arm slowly wrapped around her, pulling her closer to him and she didn’t try to resist. Just the feel of that kiss awakened something in his heart that he had thought died after his divorce. But like the phoenix, it had now risen from the ashes of despair, bringing the possibility of hope to him. When she pulled away from him, his eyes stayed focused on her. Feeling his heart now pounding wildly as he wanted to think of something to say. Anything that would make her smile and make him seem like the intelligent man that she thought he was. But there was only one thing that he could find himself able to speak. The one thing that he believed he shouldn’t say, but said anyway.

“Wow.” He whispered, then thought. “That was real smooth. You made yourself look like a boy who has never been kissed before. Boy, you are really going to impress her now.”

“Wow is right. I forgot how it feels to be kissed like that. I don’t know why I let you do that, but now I’m glad I did.” She said.

“Why did you? If you don’t mind me asking.” He said.

“Why do you want to know?” she asked.

“Call it a writer’s curiosity.” He replied.

“Because I am finding myself attracted to you. You are so different than the other men that live in this town. You are exciting, sweet, caring and very passionate.” She said, then looked at her watch. “My goodness, I can’t believe how late it is getting. Do you think you can give me a ride home.”

That was the one thing that Mark had been hoping he would hear her ask. Before he could even think about it, he had agreed as they stood up. He followed her to the bedroom where everyone had left their coats. Mark had brought one because he figured it was to warm and it would make him look odd. She picked up a black leather jacket from the pile on the bed, and then turned around to face him as she put it on. Her eyes gazed at him as a playful smile appeared on her lips. In a way Mark knew what she was probably thinking, but wasn’t really sure. The only thing he could do was to wait as see what she was going to do next. Slowly she moved toward him, as he tried to think of what he should do, yet nothing came to his 2mind. When she stood in front of him, her hand touched his chest as she leaned forward and kissed him. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her body against his. How he wanted just to take her right there on top of the pile of coats, to make love to her with the passion that burned deep within him. Yet, he wasn’t sure how far she was willing to take this. He wasn’t the type of person that could force himself on a woman. Lord knows, he never tried to before in the past. The only thing that he could do was to be patient and see what would come about. Anyway, someone would probably walk in and catch them in the middle of their act. And that was the one thing that he couldn’t see getting around town about Nancy. As they mode their way to the front door, Nancy had only stopped a couple times to say good-bye to a couple people that she knew. Not exactly the way he had thought it would be, her stopping every couple seconds to say farewell to the next person that they would come across. But that didn’t matter, for he found himself w2anting to get out of here, so he would be able to breathe.

Later Mark drove the dark, silent streets once again with Nancy sitting by his side, as he tried to think of something to say to her. But they had said everything that there was to be said. He could feel her hand resting on his thigh, fingers lightly scratching him through the fabric of his pants. Just to feel that touch brought about a feeling that he had believed he would never experience again. For a couple minutes they drove in the car, neither of them saying a word. In his mind he kept thinking about the kiss that they shared back at the party, when they were sitting on the couch, and then again when she got her jacket. The way it felt to have her body pressed against his, as their lips locked in a passionate embrace. Now he found himself wanting that again. To feel her body against his as his arms wrapped around hers in such a passionate moment. He knew that it wouldn’t help him with the story that he was trying to write, but it was the one thing that his heart longed to feel. And that was something that he couldn’t ignore.

“So where am I taking you?” he asked.

“We could go back to your place. That way we could get to know each other a lot better.” She said as her hand slowly moved up his thigh.

He could feel her fingernails scratching him, as he breather heavily for a moment. Mark couldn’t believe that this was happening. Before he could even think of what to say, he had agreed and they made their way to his apartment. The whole time his hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, as he felt her hand continue to move up his thigh, then stroking his crotch. His manhood becoming stiff, pressing against the fabric of his pants, begging to be released. How he wished that he could just take her right there. Just to pull the car over to the side and make love to her. But with his luck, he would probably have some cop come by and bust him. He had to try and ignore the temptation that she was giving him.

“Why are you doing this?” he asked.

Mark felt sort of stupid for asking that, for he knew that it could end up making her turn away from him. But it didn’t seem to. Her hand continued to stroke him as she looked at him with the same playful smile on her lips.

“I haven’t done anything like this with any man in a long time. And when I do, I usually feel a strong connection with that person.” She said.

“So, you are telling me that you feel a strong connection with me?” he asked.

“Yes, I do.” She said as her hand gripped his stiff organ through his pants.

He could feel his body shake as the pleasure coursed through him. He took a deep breath as his hands gripped the steering wheel even tighter. So many thoughts raced through his mind, making it difficult for him to concentrate on the road. It was then he felt her hand unzip his pants and then pull his member out. Her fingers moving up and down his shaft as it became even stiffer. Fingers gingerly moving over its head as he felt like he wouldn’t be able to handle much more of this.

“What are you doing?” he asked foolishly.

“Showing you how much I want you. This is going to he a night that you are not going to forget.” She said, and then lowered her head into his lap.

He could feel her mouth encircle around him, lips pressing against his shaft as her head moved up and down. Feeling her tongue rolling around all sides of his cock, enflaming such passion that enveloped him. This was the one thing that he thought she would never do, being a highly respected woman of the community. But she was a woman after all, with needs and desires that longed to be fulfilled. The more her mouth attacked his member, the more he could feel himself waning to release into her mouth. She continued to please him, with no hint of her intending to stop. For it was obvious that she was enjoying this just as much as she was.

When they pulled up in front of his apartment building, he had finally exploded into her mouth. The climax overpowering him, overwhelmed by the sensation which now flowed through his veins. But even though he had, Nancy still didn’t seem to want let up on him. Her head continued to gyrate, milking every last drop of his essence out of him. He figured that he would hear her say that she wanted to go home now, that she had pleased him and that was all that she was going to do for him. But all that she did was lift her head up and smile at him. Her hand wiping away the moisture that ran down her bottom lip.

“We’re here already?” she said in a joyful tone.

“Yes. And about time. I didn’t think I was going to last a moment longer.” He replied as he straightened himself up.

They made their way out of the car Andover to a small one level apartment complex that he was staying in, compliments of his publisher. It was mainly the type of complex for low income housing, but Mark really didn’t care. It was clean, furnished and he didn’t have to worry about paying the bills while he was staying there. The only thing that he was worried about was if it would make Nancy think less of him because he was staying there. Normally, he wouldn’t care about what people thought of him, but there was something about her that changed all that. Way before she had decided to perform a falatio on his in the car or before she had kissed him. No, it as when they had been talking that it came about. The only thing was, he had no idea why. When they reached the door to his apartment, he turned to her, to see what kind of reaction she would have from the surroundings that he was in. But she didn’t seem to have any. She just looked at him with that same caring smile as her eyes sparkled with such excitement.

“Is there something wrong, Mark?” she asked.

“No….. No, there isn’t.” he said smiling, then turned and unlocked the door.

They sat in the living room of his small, one bedroom apartment, his eyes staying focused on her as she told him how she found him so exciting. That was something that he had heard a few times before in the past, but never really believed it. He noticed her glancing at a painting that hung on the wall across from them. It was of a country scene with a dirt road and fields of tall grass on both sides of the road. Mark never really liked it, but figured that he was only staying there for a short time, so who was he to complain about it.

“That is really a nice picture. It reminds me of the times when my parents used to take me out to the country in the summer when I was a child. They had a cabin by the lake and went there every summer. It was like heaven.” She said in a pleasant voice.

“It sounds really nice. I never had the chance to go to the country. As a kid my parents both worked and I spent all my time in the neighborhood where I lived. In fact this is the closest place to the country that I have been to.” Mark replied.

“Do you like it here?” she asked as she moved closer to him.

“I guess. I am use to the big city though. Where there is always something going on, but around here, it seems too quiet for me. And a lot of the people here seem to be not to friendly to me.” He said.

“That’s because you are an outsider. And also because of what you write. There are a lot of religious people living in this town, so they are not going to be too friendly to you.” She said.

“That is something that I have been used to for a long time now. People not liking me because of the stories that I write. Or they are to quick to judge me because of it.” He said, smiling slightly at her.

“Well, maybe you just haven’t found the right type of people to get to know.” She said as she leaned towards him.

Their lips met in another kiss as her arms wrapped around him. Finally, he would be able to release the passion which he felt for her. The feelings that burned inside of him, ever since he had first seen her. The only thing was, this wasn’t momentary lustful desire that he was experiencing. No, this was something much more powerful then that. Something that he was not sure of and in some way… was afraid of. But this was not the time for him to sit and try and figure it out. For now the woman who had become the object of his desires, was sitting next to him, kissing him so passionately. And giving him the indication of a promise of something that would be a night he would never forget. And that was exactly what he was hoping she would make come true.

She pulled away, smiling, as she sat there for a moment staring at him. Her breath started to become heavy as her hand rested on her chest.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“Oh yes, you just took my breath away with that kiss, It had been a long time for me since someone kissed me like that. Wow! I love it.” She said in an excited voice.

“I’m glad that you do.” He replied.

“Would you mind if I use your bathroom. I need to freshen up.” She said.

Mark told her it was alright as he pointed to the closed door on the other side of the room. He watched her as she stood up and made her way o the bathroom door. Not really sure why he was watching her, only that he found himself unable to take his eyes off of her. He knew that there was definitely something about her that made him be drawn to her. If only he could figure out what that could be. The obvious one was the physical attraction he had for her, but there was something else, something deeper than that. When she reached the bathroom door, she stopped for a moment, then turned around to face him.

“I’ll be right back, why don’t you just relax until I return.” She said in a somewhat seductive voice.

“Sure thing.” He replied.

That seemed to be the only thing that he found himself able to say at that point. His mind continued to try and figure out what it could be that she had planned for him. That was, besides the most obvious. She turned and opened the bathroom door, then went inside. When the door closed, Mark found himself sitting in the silence of his living room, thinking about her. In the back of his mind, he had a clear image of her locked within his brain. Her long blond hair, the sultry curves of her body and those heavenly green eyes. Oh, those eyes were the one thing that he found himself unable to resist. Feeling that if he were to stare into them, he would find himself lost within her beauty. His attention turned to a small desk in the corner of the room, where a laptop sat. He knew that he should be working on his book, but how could he when all he could think about was Nancy? That radiant creature that would at any moment come out of that door and show him such passion that he had never felt before. At least that was what he hoped would happen. His hands covered his face, as he tried to clear his mind of all the thoughts that were now bombarding his brain. Mark knew this was nothing for him to worry about, for he has had it happen many times before to him. But it usually had happened when he was working on one of his stories. Or when he had been going through his divorce. So why should he be stressed out because of Nancy? She had not done anything that he would feel threatened about. He knew that it was nothing more that his mind playing tricks on him. That old sub-conscious voice that was trying to give him bad advice again. But this time though, he was not going to listen to it.

It was then he heard the sound of Nancy’s voice coming from in front of him. So soft and soothing to his ears, like a gentle spring breeze blowing passed him. He just sat there for a second, thinking that it was his imagination. But something deep inside of him, told him that it wasn’t, that he had to look up now or he would be sorry. He didn’t hear what she had said, but then heard her speak again.

“Aren’t you glad to see me Mark?” she said in the same soft, seductive tone.

Mark slowly lifted his head up from his hands and looked at her. When he did, a shocked expression appeared on his face. For there stood Nancy, wearing nothing but his black robe that he must have left in the bathroom. She left the top of it open, just enough to give a slight view of the smooth flesh of her breasts. Nancy stood there smiling at him as her hands rested on her hips waiting for him to say something. He could feel his heart racing wildly as he sat there trying to think of something to say to her. Yet, nothing came to him, for there were no words left to say at this point. All he could do was to follow the urges, which burned within him. That longing that had started out as a spark and now had become a mighty inferno under his flesh. She only stood there for a moment, then slowly made her way toward him. She only had to take a couple steps in order to be next to him, but to Mark it seemed like a farther distance Either that or her pace had slowed down to him.

“Of course I am glad to see you. Who else would I expect to see here now. Wearing my robe and looking so beautiful in it.” He replied in a nervous tone.

“Mark, you have to relax. You look so tense right now. I’m not going to hurt you, I just want to share something that can be beautiful and wonderful between us.” She said as she stood next to him.

“Sure. I just haven’t done this in a long time. I guess you can say that I am sort of out of practice.” He said, smiling.

“Well then, let me do all the work. You just sit back and enjoy it. I want to please you and make you happy.” She said as she knelt down in front of him.

“Why me? All those guys at the party that obviously wanted you, you chose me.” He found himself asking.

“Because there is something about you that is so different that all the other men in this town. I don’t really know what it is, but I find myself drawn to you. It is as if God has answered my prayer and brought you to me. We’ll have enough time to talk about this later.” She said smiling, as she untied the robe and let it fall off of her body.

Revealing the smooth, firm flesh of her naked body, her well rounded breasts and hard nipples that pointed out in front of her. Never had he thought that something like this would happen when he met her. Now he was grateful that it did. He wanted to reach his hands out and touch the flesh of her body, but all he did was sit there and waited to see what Nancy was going to do next. In a way, Mark felt like a virgin who was now going to encounter his first sexual experience with a woman. He could feel her hands touching the inside of his thighs, her fingers lightly scratching them as they made their way slowly up his legs. His manhood pulsed within the crotch of his pants, yearning to be set free. The whole time her eyes stayed u focused on his face, as if she was waiting to see what expression he was going to give her. He could see the playful smile on her lips start to grow bigger as her hands reached his crotch. Stroking him through the fabric of his pants, intensifying the feeling that he had for her.

“Just leave yourself in my hands and I will make you feel alive once again.” She said in a soft voice.

Her hands unzipped his pants and then pulled them down to his ankles, along with his underwear. His stiff member stood at full salute in front of her, as she looked at it smiling. Obviously impressed that he could arise so quickly after she had just finished pleasing him in the car. Mark didn’t know why he was able to do that either, only that he had. Her hand reached over and gently touched his shaft, her fingers moving up and down them slowly, her thumb rubbing over its head. She could hear him breathing heavily as he knew what she was planning to do next. The whole time, her eyes continued to stay focused on Mark’s face. In a way he wasn’t sure why she did it, but he found it more exciting when she did stare at him. It was as if she was looking for approval from what she was doing to him. She moved closer to him, till her lips caressed the tip of his manhood. Her tongue rolling over its head, then up and down the shaft as Mark let out a single moan of acceptance. He wanted to tell her what to do, like so many other men would have done if they were in this situation. But he didn’t say a word. He just sat there and let her take control, like she said that she was going to. She opened her mouth and fed his hard organ into it, her lips closing in around his shaft as her head began to move up and down on it. The pleasure of it coursed through Mark’s body, stiffening him for a moment, as he let out a gasp. Just like before in the car, he found himself powerless to the act of passion, which she was performing on him. As she continued to franticly move her head up and down on him, he could hear her muffled moans rising from her stuffed mouth. After a while of this, Mark felt like he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. That he would explode in her mouth, jus like he had done in the car. But right when he started to feel that way, she had suddenly stopped. Her head lifted off of him, her eyes now burning with such desire as she told him to lie down on the floor. Without even thinking, he did as she said. The only thought that ran through his brain was how he wanted this pleasure to continue. When he did, his eyes stayed focused on her as she crawled over to him. She looked like a cat who was ready to pounce on its prey, and that was Mark. There was something about the way she did moved that was so unlike the prim and proper woman that had met at the party. No, this was a woman who was starved for affection and was determined to get it from him. She straddled her body over his, his manhood stood directly under her damp sex, She lowered herself slowly down her hand holding onto his shaft, so that she would get him inside her. The tip of it ran over the lips of her clit, as she moved it back e and forth, exciting herself even more. Mark could feel the excitement flowing through him like electricity. How he just wanted to trust his hips up and enter her. But he knew that was not what she wanted. And in a way he wanted to prolong the event from happening. For it was creating more pleasure for both of them to be waiting for it to happen. The more she stroked the tip of his member over her sex, the more he found himself wanting to be inside her. He continued to moan from the pleasure that she was giving him, as he closed his eyes as the waves of colors appeared in his mind. Then she lowered herself onto him, his manhood slide effortlessly into her. Inch by inch she lowered herself onto him, as he drove deeper into her womb. She gasped and moaned as she started to grind her hips on him. Moving in such a motion that overwhelmed him with such pleasure. Never had he had a woman who so longed to please him, as she wanted to. Even though this did give h pleasure to, it seemed that she was more focused on him. Her body continued to move, as she rode him wildly3. The passion between them burned so great that he thought he wouldn’t be able to handle it. Each gyration that her body made sent a new and more intense feeling of pleasure burning through him. His hands reached up and touched her breasts, fondling them as his fingers pinched her nipples and pulled them slightly. Making her scream of in such pleasure, as her back arched, shoving her chest into his hands. He could feel the dampness of her sex around his member as her muscles gripped tightly on his shaft. Mark didn’t know it he would be able to last much longer, even though he was trying to prolong the climax. The more he did, the more Nancy continued to ride him, her hands resting on his chest, as she moaned in such wondrous pleasure. A lot of what she had said, he could not really make out, figuring that it was nothing more than just words of passion someone would say. But there was one thing that he heard clear that shocked him. One thing that he didn’t expect her to say to him.

“Oh Mark, I love you.” Her voice cried out to him.

“I love you to.” He replied, not really knowing what was the right thing to say to her.

Right when he said that he felt explode inside of her, his liquid essence flowing into her womb, as he gasped and closed his eyes for a moment. To feel such a powerful release like this, brought about a sense of satisfaction to him. Right when his stopped, her second one started, as she continued to move, determined to drain him of every ounce of his essence. Then she collapsed on top of him, his arms wrapped around her, as he felt her hot breath hitting the side of his neck. The muscles of her sex still gripped his now limp organ. Mark had never thought that he could feel something so intense as what they had just experienced. Her lips caressed the side on his neck, as his hands moved up and down her back. They said nothing for a while, as they laid there on the floor, sweaty and exhausted. He could hear her whispering in his ear, so soft, like a child telling something that no one is suppose to know.

“You are wonderful Mark. God, I never thought that I could feel something like this, but you brought it out in me. Oh wow.” She whispered, then raised her head and kissed him.

Mark had got dressed and sat on the couch while Nancy sat next to him, wearing his robe. He really didn’t think anything about it, because he was still overwhelmed by the passion, which they had shared. Her head rested on his shoulder as they sat there in the silence of the room. For some reason Mark found himself wanting a cigarette, even though he had quit six months ago. The only thing that he did was to forget about it and concentrate on Nancy now. For now that feeling that he had before for her had become stronger. Especially when she had said that she loved him. He figured that it was just because he had not heard a woman tell him that in so long, that now it was consuming him.

“You know I meant what I said to you when we were making love.” She said in a soft voice.

“What do you mean?” he asked, slipping out of a daydream about her.

“When I said that I love you, I really meant it. I do…. I don’t know why but that is what I am feeling for you Mark.” She said.

“I do feel something for you too, but I am not sure what it is. It has been a long time since I had gotten involved with someone. So this is sort of new to me.” He admitted.

She lifted her head and looked at him, with a smile on her lips. Her hand reached up and touched the side of his face.

“I know what you are going through, I went through it a long time ago when I first met my ex-husband. The only thing was, it was in reverse. I really thought that I loved him. But years later I realized that I didn’t and was letting him hurt me all the time.” She explained.

In a way Mark could understand what she was saying, for that was what he had went through with his ex-wife. Her always using him to get what she wanted, not caring about his needs or feelings at all. Still, there was something about Nancy that made him feel so relaxed around her. But he didn’t know what that could be. And in a way, he really didn’t want to know. The only thing that mattered to him was that she was there with him right now.

“Come on, I want to see your bedroom.” She said as she grabbed his hand and stood up.

Mark didn’t argue with her, because he knew that she was going to show him the love that she felt for him deep in her heart. And in a way, he was doing the same for her, even though he wasn’t aware of it yet. Mark stood up and they made their way into the bedroom. She guided him there, as if she had always had known the way, as his eyes gazed at the sultry frame of her body, which the robe showed every curve. He could feel himself wanting her all over again. To embrace her passion that she had for him, and give her everything that he had for her. When they got into the bedroom, they stopped by the edge of the bed, and then she turned and faced him. Nancy wrapped her arms around him as she kissed him so tenderly. The sweet taste of her kiss aroused him even more, as he held her close to him, her body pressed against his. The faint aroma of her perfume lingered around her, making him even more enticed with her. Then she stepped back, her eyes starting at him so lovingly, as she untied the robe. Her hands slipped it off of her shoulders, and then let it fall to the floor, revealing the beauty of her nakedness. Just like the first time, he found himself astounded by the sight of her bare flesh. Then she moved closer to him, her hands taking his clothes off as she kissed him again. He could feel the intensity of his desire burning so great within his soul. Too strong for him ever to ignore it, even though he knew that he would never do that. When he finally stood there naked in front of her, he picked her up in his arms and then lay her gently down in the middle of the bed. He lay next to her, his lips kissing hers, caressing the side of her neck, while his hand fondled her breast. Fingers pinching her nipples gently as he heard hear moan softly in acceptance. His mouth sucking non her neck making her gasps, as he felt her fingers running through his hair.

“Oh Mark, don’t stop. Baby, my body is yours, do what you want to me. Show me the pleasure that you long to do for me.” She begged.

Mark did exactly what she wanted as his mouth began to move down her body, kissing and suckling her flesh as he did. Caressing her breasts, sucking on her nipples, then moving down her stomach till finally his head was in between her legs, his tongue licking her Venus mound. Her hips jerked up at the feel of his tongue on her clit, as he continued to please her there. The taste of her sex was almost intoxicating to him, as its heat hit his face. All that he wanted was to keep going, to keep pleasing her, so that she may know how much he desires her. His tongue continuing to move over her sensitive lips, exciting her even more, as his finger slid into her. Moving in and out, going deeper into her sex, as she started to moan even louder now. Moving them faster, waiting to hear her to tell him to stop. Yet, that was the one thing that he didn’t hear her say. Finally, he couldn’t take it any more and had to be inside her. Had to feel the warmth of her womb once again. Slowly his slid his body up her, till finally he was looking into those heavenly green eyes. She kissed him so passionately, as the moment of their desire had now to consumed them. Making them so eager to feel the pleasure that their bodies could give to one another.

“Take me Mark, take me from behind.” She whispered in his ear.

“Is that what you want me to do to you?” he asked.

“Oh yes baby, give it to me. I want you so much. Let me feel the pleasure that you can give me. Please do it for me.” She asked.

After he rolled off of her, she moved onto her side, pushing her ass to him. Offering it to him, without and fear or doubt, just longing to feel the passion, which burned deep within their soul. His hand moved down her back, till it finally reached the cheeks of her ass. Fondling them ever so gently, he could hear her moan with excitement, as she begged him to take her. His member penetrated her orifice, slowly moving it deep within her as her moans started to grow louder. She was so tight, that he thought he was going to explode right at that moment. But he was able to control it as he continued to bury himself deep into her ass. Driving it deep and hard he continued to thrust himself into her, his hands gripping her hips while he did it. Over and over again, the waves of pleasure coursing through their bodies as they continued to see how far this pleasure would last. Minutes seemed more like hours to them as they were enveloped within the pleasures they were giving each other. Her cheeks tightened, squeezing around his manhood, feeling as if he wouldn’t be able to free himself from her. Yet, that didn’t seem to worry him as he continued to truth himself into her. His mind was swimming within depths of desire’s ocean, as he thrived to see how far he could make this last. He heard Nancy scream out again her words of love to him, words that he had not heard a woman say to him in such a long time. He wanted to say the same thing to her, but before he could, his climax emerged flooding out of him. All that he could do was to moan with such pleasure of the release as his back arched, giving one last thrust into her. Mark could feel his body growing weak, then collapsing next to her on the bed. His arms wrapped around her as he could feel her heavy breathing. They lay there, locked in each other’s arms, till they finally fell asleep. The last thing that he hear was Nancy whispering she loved him, then rifted off into the darkness of his dreams.

Mark woke a couple hours later, sitting up and looking over at Nancy who was sound asleep next to him. He had no idea why he had suddenly woke up, only that his mind was filled with ideas that he never thought he would have before. Carefully he got out of bed, put his pants on and then made his way into the living room. He was determined to write, for now he knew what it was that he needed to continue on with his book. He only had a couple chapters to go to end it, but most of the time that was the one thing that he found the hardest thing to do. For some reason though he had found the inspiration that he needed to continue on with it. When he got into the living room he instantly made his way over to the laptop, as his face showed such determination. Mark sat in front of it as he turned it on. The white screen appeared with nothing written on it except two words, “Chapter 27”. Under it that blinking cursor sat, always making Mark thing that it was looking at him. Taunting him when he was suffering from his momentary writer’s block. “Come on try and do it. We both know that you have no idea of what is going to come next. You are dried up, and you know it.” the thing would probably say if it had a voice. But now Mark knew that he didn’t have to worry about it, for he had found the confidence once again that he needed to do this.

“Alright, let’s see who is dried up around here,” he whispered under his breath.

His hands hovered over the keyboard for a second, feeling a momentary fear in him. Then started to type as the words suddenly came pouring out of him. His eyes stayed focused on the screen watching as the words appeared on it. One after another, first slowly, then picking up speed and he went through page after page. He felt like nothing was going to stop him right now, that he would finish this book in one night and then start on a new one too. That was if his luck held out for him. The one thing that stayed in the back of his mind though was Nancy. Remembering that she was sleeping in his bed in the next room, and would probably expect to see him lying next to her when she would wake up. But he figured that she would understand if she saw him here writing. After all this is what he did for a living. The more he wrote the more he found himself being pulled into the story. Until finally nothing around him existed except the world, which he was creating, the place where he had always went to, to escape from the problems of is life.

When he had finally finished four hours had passed, yet he didn’t feel exhausted from it at all. He sat back in the chair and gaze at the screen with a smile on his face. He had thought that there would be no way that he would have been able to complete this book. But there it was, and he knew that he had Nancy to thank for it. Somehow she had been the one that inspired his to get this done. Just from her loving him, he was able to find the confidence to do it. But how? That was the one thing that he couldn’t figure out. It was then that heard her voice coming from in back of him. In the same soft and loving tone that she had used when they held each other in bed.

“You did it. You finally finished that book. I am so proud of you my love. I knew that you could do it.” She said.

Mark turned around to face her, with a smile on his lips. When he did, he saw her standing at the other end of the room, dressed in a long white gown. Her eyes sparkled with such excitement as she smiled back at him. He knew that there was something going on now, for she hadn’t been wearing that when he had met her at the party. In a way he thought that maybe he was dreaming. That this was just his imagination running wild, because he had broke through the writer’s block that he had been suffering with.

“You are on your way again Mark. I am so proud of you that you found the confidence to not give up on what you wanted to do.” She said as she started to move toward him.

“What is going on here? Where did you get those clothes and why is it that I feel so strange around you right now?” he asked.

“It is time for me to tell you the truth. Us meeting was not just coincidence, I was sent here to help you find the confidence you needed to keep going on. You see …. I am an angel that was sent here to help you.” She said.

When she said that there was somewhat of an illuminating presence surrounding her. Mark couldn’t believe what he was hearing, it had to be some sort of joke that she was playing. Even though he did believe in angels and all those other things, she couldn’t be one.

“She has got to be kidding. This is some sort of game she is playing.” He thought.

“No Mark, this is no game and I am not kidding. I am an angel and I was sent to help you. Which is what I had accomplished with you now.” She said as she stopped in the middle of the room.

“I thought angels weren’t suppose to get involved with humans, you know…. Like we had done.” He said in an uneasy voice.

“Well, that is true. But your kindness and passion that you have made it difficult for me to ignore it. I just wanted you to know that what we shared was beautiful and wondrous. I will never forget it. But you must remember to keep believing in yourself. For God gave you this talent so you can share it with everyone.” She said in a joyous tone.

“So I guess I will never see you again. Just when I thought I met someone who I could be with, to share my life with, you end up being an angel.” Mark said, as he felt a sudden wave of sadness come over him.

“I am sorry Mark. I never meant to hurt you this way. I know though that there is someone that is going to come along very soon. A woman that will inspire you and love you so much, that it will bring such joy and happiness in your life” she said.

It was then that she started to fade from his sight, like the end of a dream that someone would try to remember when they wake up. He could hear her saying good-bye to him, as he sat there in both amazement and disbelief of what he was seeing right at that point. Even though his eyes were witnessing what was really happening., his mind couldn’t believe that it was true. He remained there watching until finally she had vanished from his sight. For some reason he felt like he wanted to cry, and a moment later he did. He thought something like this would ever happen to him, that he would find a miracle happening to him. Even though he had heard about it so many times before, he never thought it would happen to him. Now I did though, and in a way changed his outlook on his life. Mark knew that he couldn’t tell anyone about this, for no one would believe him. His publisher would probably think that it was just some new story idea he had. And then tell him to write it. It was then a thought came to his mind. Why not write about it? It would make a great story and he still had a week that he had said that he would be staying here. Instantly, he turned back to the computer, saved what he had finished, then opened a new file. In big bold letters on the top of the first page he wrote, “ Angel of Love…. Chapter One “. He had no idea what the story really would be about, but he had that old excitement back in him. The same one that he had when he started a new story.

Two months later, Mark sat at bookstore signing autographs for his second latest book, Angel of Love. His publisher had been so impressed how fast he had wrote it, that he knew he had to get it out in the stores as soon as he could. Even though the book was a big hit, Mark didn’t feel totally satisfied inside. He knew that something was still missing. He still remembered Nancy and what she had said before she had vanished before his eyes. “You will find that special someone soon.” But it had been two months now and he hadn’t found anyone yet. In a way he figured that he probably wouldn’t either. His eyes stayed focused on the table, looking at the cover of the book. The image of a woman with long blond hair and transparent wings smiling back at him. He had told the artist who designs the covers exactly what he wanted, and of course no one was going to disagree with him. After all, he was making the artist’s job a whole lot easier. It was then that he heard a voice so familiar to him, yet he wasn’t sure where he had heard it before.

“Mr. West, It is such an honor to meet you. I think you are such a talented writer. Someone who has such a talent, to share it with so many.” The woman said.

“What your name?” he asked opening a copy of his book to autograph it.

“Nancy, Nancy Edwards.” She said in a pleasant voice.

“No way.” He thought as he looked up at her.

There stood a woman with long blond hair and green eyes that any man could have gotten lost in. For a brief second he found himself unable to speak. But knew that he had to say something to her, so he didn’t look like a fool.

“Is there something wrong, Mr. West?” she asked.

“No, of course not. And you can call me Mark.” He said smiling at her, then autographed a book for her.

“Oh, thank you. But I don’t have the money to pay for that. I just wanted to have the chance to meet you.” She said, blushing slightly.

“It’s alright, it’s on me.” He said smiling.

“You are so sweet. I wish there was some way I could repay you.” She said giving him a playful smile.

“Well, I’ll be ending this in about fifteen minutes and maybe you could give me the honor of letting me take you to dinner. I would really like to get to know you.” He said.

“That would be great. I would really like to get to know you too. I haven’t gone out much since my divorce. And there is something about you that I really like.” She said.

Mark already knew what that was, because he felt it too, and now what the angel had said had come true. Now he found the woman that he had been searching for. The one that has been waiting for him to show up in his life. He knew now that his life was complete. And somewhere up there, that angel was looking down and smiling on him.