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I Remember Rivers – Tina Kennard and Bette Porter
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“Bette, did you just feel the house move a little?”
“Incredible isn’t it? The wind seems to be coming from everywhere.” I feel her shift next to me and pull my arm tighter around her. “Wait, are you not alright?” I try to see her clearly through the strobes of lightning.
<!–nextpage–>“It reminds me of that storm in New Orleans.” Tina says.
Bedroom –Tina
As I say this I watch Bette’s face change as she begins to remember, too. We had been preoccupied with our jobs before we flew in that weekend and as the time grew closer for us to leave I had begun to regret the plans. I had so much to do wrapping up my job before leaving to get ready to have this baby. But once we got to the old city and our forays out exploring restaurants and then rushing back to the house for shelter from the weather, I became a happy tourist.
Saturday was the day we were stranded completely by the storm that became more and more violent as the morning wore on. I admit that with New Orleans’ reputation for hurricanes I was unsettled even though this was a breeze compared to their last killer hurricane, Katrina. Bette and I drank wonderful dark strong coffee in bed as our plans began to change and our lovemaking began.
The clock had just turned on our being together for seven years and being preoccupied with our work had become okay. Sometimes, too, I get so reactive to her mood swings my focus goes away from her incredible waiting sexuality that with the slightest attention will awaken and curl out to find what disturbed it and why. I realized that morning in New Orleans my loneliness for her. My need felt complicated and unsettled by the weather growing more and more violent. I handed my coffee cup to her and slide down her stomach and put her in my mouth. Then I heard her clink our cups on the table and moan.
For me oral sex can give me that desired for feeling to fall back into a lover’s visions of seduction and leave the planet with them if that’s what happens. I remember the rough breezes of the storm coming through the open French doors and mists gathering in our room as I made love to her. Fog horns from the river sounded urgently and she fell back and let me take her.
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As inept and clumsy as it sounds, “Just wow!”
Keep them coming.
Another great story,thank you.
Great description. I really like what you’re doing with the series. Thanks!
I loved the scene in the shower: so sweet!
Nicely done, as always. This is one of my favorites, by far!
They must serve some mighty fine coffee in New Orleans! It wasn’t weird at all, I liked the way you had them re-connect. You are an amazing writer.
Hey Blackbird
I am really enjoying the style in which you are taking us through familiar storylines with your own unique twists. You’ve captured their essence so it flows beautifully. Thank you for sharing your talent.
Beautifully written. There were so many lines I wanted to highlight – shame i wasn’t reading this on kindle. Thanks for sharing Blackbird.
Another great story looking forward to reading them all
Ok the breast milk sucking has really intrigue me like omg, and I too love the shower scene, bossy Tina but hilarious st the same time love it. I would have been so scared as I do not like storms!
Getting so much from re-reading! Highly recommended.
Beautiful storyline, superbly written!
You’re a class act Blackbird!
While working with Jacky on the book covers I did a nice, nice re-write of one of my favorite stories, I Remember Rivers. I hope you will enjoy the re-write. I find the polish to this immersive story of their love affair quite interesting and deeply romantic as well as amusing in all the right places.
Enjoy!
Blackbird
On another re-read of this fantastic series of stories and find a re-write :)
The stories are always great but are now made better by the super pictures.
Thank you Blackbird.
To be able to visualise the storm raging and the lightning flash across the skylight at the same time as watching Bette wondering if it would be perverse to want to taste the fluid in Tina’s engorged breasts. This for me is pure unadulterated erotica being played out between two heavenly females.
I read quite a lot but this level of intimacy in full blown high definition is deeply moving. The freedom to let go and let guttural instinct and pure arousal run free is just immense.
The trust between Tina and Bette to fall that deeply is truly sensational.
Another Incredible chapter.