Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Tender is the Night


Her eyebrows puckered as he entered her, at least they would have done if she had any left but the chemo had taken all of her hair away. The cancer had ravaged her body and left her as a shell of a human being.

"Does it hurt? Is it uncomfortable?", Ian asked as he slowly rocked his pelvis against hers.

"Nuh-uh," Lisa muttered. "You used enough lube and..." Unable to finish the end of the sentence because of the exciting friction rubbing on her groin. 

Ian had taken his time to warm her up. He had set the scene by sexting her all day, telling her that he still found her attractive and sexy; that she still turned him on in the worst, most deviant way imaginable; that his need for her was still carnal and undiminished despite her frailness. His lust remained as strong and hard as his cock was right now. There was a need in him to be with her, in his entirety; that was the time that he felt most whole both physically and emotionally.

She was looking thinner, and more delicate, the pain stopped her doing very much. Cancer took away so many things: her ability to work, to tidy the house, cook for her husband of nearly 40 years, look after the grandchildren, have coffee with friends. It was unfair and uncalled for but it was the pain and having to succumb to it that was the most degrading thing about having this illness, she felt neither feminine nor sexy. Ian knew how to push her buttons and take her mind out of the quagmire of crap that came with this disease and make her feel like a woman again. Not in the cheesy superficial way, but in the whole hearted, brazen, fanny-farting-during-sex way; a real woman.

Ian had spent time putting her into bed slathering on creams and helping her with her pills, he did this every night to help and tend to her, but more carnal pleasures were his focus tonight. He has used feathers, and oils. He rubbed her and stroked her slowly in concentric circles. Gently building up the sexual energy within her, relaxing her so that she could fall into that mental state where she focussed on her clit, focused on herself in a positive way.

Lisa felt like the wrappings of her life were falling away. With each touch, each stroke of his gentle and deft fingers peeling away her fears; her pain evaporating and sublimating into a golden flavoured desire. The slow build of this love making was incessant but calming, not stopping or slowing down but building and climbing and moving forwards towards that lovely place. Her breathing increased in pace, it came harder and sharper. Her heart began to beat faster making her feel more alive than she had done in months. Her skin, paper thin now and stretched taut over her bones, was super sensitive to Ian's ministrations. His light touches made her tingle all the way to her spine. 

With a wicked grin, emphasising his laughter lines, he snuck down under the duvet and between her legs, showing only the flash of his silver hair poking out between them. Her clitoris was not his goal, yet: now, however, he wanted to explore the sensitive areas on her inner thighs, contrasting his soft fingers and his rough stubbly chin. He was able to smell her excitement and wanted to touch it and lick it but decided that it would be all the better for the delayed gratification. Placing his head gently on her thigh he began lapping at her labia, sliding around the edges, watching as her hips began to move and buck in eager anticipation.

Knowing that she was unable to produce enough sexual juices he soaked his finger in lubricant before gently pushing into her, sliding along her folds deep within. Rather than munching on her pussy, he blew a gentle stream of air over it, then delicately brushed his tongue over it's very tip. With a knowledge of her body that came only from years of love making, he brushed her nub softly ensuring that her desire flamed and didn't smoulder. It really did not matter how long he was there, it only mattered that she felt great.

Only when she was about to cum did he slip into her. He knew that the grinding of his hips on hers would send her into orgasmic delight. She felt so frail underneath him; not only his desire but his love for her that made him want to make love with her so much.

With a rather ungainly click from her hips she wrapped her legs around him as best she could, drawing him in. His hips moving she urged him on; riding him like a teenager. Lisa started panting, the bloom of lust spread across her chest at the impending orgasm. When it came the orgasm over took her and raised her to that transcendental state: no pain, no cancer, no fear, just energy radiating out from her core.

After she rode the waves and shuddering of her climax, Ian withdrew and wiped her with a warm cloth. Ensuring that she was clean and comfortable he snuggled up behind her. The sense of pride that he had made her cum swelled in his chest and he settled down for the night smelling her, basking in the afterglow of sex. He missed her silver streaked hair, she always kept it short but the shampoo she used to use was comforting to him. Her breathing settled, slowing as she drifted off to sleep. Whilst he enjoyed the tactile sensation of holding her until he too succumbed to a deep, dreamless sleep.

He was first to wake the next day. He bent forward to kiss her head as he did every morning but this morning she was cold underneath his touch. They had made love for the last time.

*Authors note: I do not believe that erotica should only be about hot, sweaty, virile young people banging away. I don't think that I ever want to stop having sex, I still feel sexy, I believe I am erotic...all be it erotically mature (thank you  @DomSigns) and I think erotic literature should reflect this. I believe that it should reflect the whole human condition as accurately as possible. Thank you for reading - Rachel

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29 comments:

  1. OMG now I am over here fighting back tears. I was seeing the inevitable end but hoped I was wrong. Still a beautiful piece in all its rawness and honesty.

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    1. Thank you for reading and connecting with the characters x

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  2. This is a very moving story ~ Underneath the lovemaking is a love that is real and true ~ Thanks for sharing it ~

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    1. Love comes in many forms and it is rarely airbrushed. Thank you for reading x

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  3. Thank you. That was very moving.

    We are both middle-aged and, while neither of us has cancer, we do have serious medical issues and disabilities that greatly limit how we can love each other physically. Yet we still have an amazing sex life - just in different ways.

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    1. I ma utterly delighted that the two of you still have an active sex life. That is the way life should be x

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  4. I copied this "fanny-farting-during-sex way" because it made me laugh, but now I am sobbing. I don't know whether to thank you or get cross.

    Beautifully written, sexy, and emotional. It is a fantastic piece of writing. I do wish she hadn't have died though! What if her husband thinks that the death is a result of the energy she spent making love? *sniff*

    (Ok, so I may be reading too much into it, but I kind of do that with everything I read. It is a habit I can't break.)

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    1. Life makes me laugh AND cry, sometimes in equal measure. I know I have had my fair share of fanny-farting-during-sex just like we all have and it never ceases to amuse me. Did he kill her off....who knows, that part is up to you x

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  5. Excellent!! I would hope that I could have such erotic experiences right up to my dying day.

    ~Kazi xxx

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    1. If there was a way to go, that would be my choice.

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  6. So sad but full of the real life

    Maggi xxx

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    1. Thank you so much for this comment, that was the type of story I was aiming for x

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  7. You had me in tears with this piece, Rachel. You are a brilliant writer. This is stunning!

    Rebel xox

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    1. Thank you, from you that means a lot to me x

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  8. Wonderful piece, heartfelt and sincere--and you are right, erotica should contain all of life, and Death. x

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    1. Thank you so much and thank you for your encouragement x

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  9. One day I hope it is like this, not the cancer and pain but the ending... together, as lovers, always and forever!

    Mollyxxx

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    1. To be loved unto the end is definitely a desire of mine x

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  10. You are very right. Erotica should be about all the parts, sex at any age and in all it's variety.
    This was a wonderful piece Rachel. Like many, I was teary at the end.

    Stella

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    1. Thank you for your lovely comments and sorry for making you cry x

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  11. An amazing write. So beautiful and gentle that I'm speechless.

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    1. Thank you, I was trying for something gentle and tender x

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  12. This was am amazing write. Sometimes it is hard to think in terms like that, love to the end. This is one on the most beautiful pieces I have read in a long time. Thank you for sharing

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  13. You made the roundup! We’ve just started a new weekly feature of choosing our favourite entry from all the memes we participate in, and we chose yours for Wicked Wednesday. Congratulations! http://silverdropstoybox.blogspot.co.uk/2013/01/silverdrops-monday-meme-roundup-best-of.html

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  14. I love it! And I agree with your disclaimer at the bottom. Awesome job on covering erotic for people not normally considered.

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  15. Rachel,

    There's so much to move anyone, no matter how hard of heart, in this piece, I could see it playing out before me.

    You are a beautiful, thoughtful writer. I so look forward to reading you, more.

    Pea ~x~

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