You came for me!

The house was quiet, the girls were gone and she sat in her kitchen chair thinking about an emptiness that had expanded inside her. A petal from a flower on the table fell loose and she delicately picked it up and looked at the veins and then she thought back to him.

In her house. In a closet. On the top shelf. Hidden in a box. Tied in twine. Were his letters to her. A love letter time machine. His thoughts of her. His love for her. His dreams for their future. The backstory of paths not taken, hopes undone, wishes not granted. She read them now with new eyes and saw the riddles and clues and hints and codes...

Now she realized it was all coming true. She had loved him all along. Through all the men, the three failed marriages, the empty years since she met him when she was  young.

"I warn you," he told her then, "when you walk into my room, my space, through the door, you are entering on your own free will, a free will that ends for you in my room. I do what I will. Your body no longer belongs to you. It is mine to use as I see fit. Do you understand?"

"Yes," she said, her body shaking, "I will love you for the rest of my life."

She knelt before him. He stood over her and said, "Say for me the following line, 'I freely relinquish my body and soul to Jerry Lentz, who I want, desire, love and trust, so he will from now on do with it as he pleases, as he now owns my body, forever and ever.'"

Looking up at him with her big watery eyes she did and added for good measure, "I want to be with you forever."

Sliding his leather belt out of the loops like a sword and undoing the buttons on his pants, he said in my deepest voice, "Remember this is a binding contract! Punishments will be  strict!"

She loved his game. She wanted to be his forever. She played along. She wanted to be desired and he gave her that. She realized she was floating down deeper under his spell and she loved it.

She sat at her kitchen table, the sun was setting and she read his old love letters one by one.

"You want me to be more forceful? I control you! When I suddenly grab you, tear your burdensome clothes free of your breasts and hips, throw you to the bed and command you to submit to me, you quiver in my dominating presence as the implications of what I am about to do to you sends waves of shuddering excitement through the very core of your throbbing body! You know you are mine! You belong to me! Now and forever!"

Standing up from the table, she suddenly felt dizzy, she steadied herself with a hand quickly to the tabletop that scattered the letters. The light outside had dimmed to darkness. Sipping from her bottle of Smart Water,  she  flicked on the light. She collected the letters and put them back in the box and noticed something she hadn't felt in years, a wetness between her legs. Breath escaped her, her body reacted like a giddy schoolgirl, but then she was a schoolgirl when she first met him.

It felt good to be young again.

With her heart racing, she got online and looked him up on Facebook. There he was. His profile was public. Her heart skipped a beat when she read his status was "single."

She called information and got his phone number. She held the number, it was written on the back of a flyer for a Hobby Lobby cake decorating class and some of the other mothers had invited her.

Could she call? Would he even remember her? She slid her hand down the front of her jeans and under the elastic of her panties to actually touch the wetness. Ripples of aching and wanting throbbed through her belly when her fingers opened the wet lips of her  vagina. She sighed and began rubbing herself at the kitchen table.

It was the riskiest thing she had done since she had the girls, and it made her feel good and naughty and young.

She washed her face and saw herself in the bathroom mirror. She was shocked, because even though she had accepted her age a few years ago, after spending the last three hours reliving her time with him, she expected to see someone much younger looking back from the mirror.

He open his apartment door. He had aged. Lost hair. Grayed. Thinned. But it was him. She had thought about him almost every night, even with other men snoring next to her, for 23 years. Her heart was racing. She discovered a pain in her thumb from nervously squeezing the strap on her purse for too long. It helped distract her from possibly exploding from the thrill of being with the man, that was once the young man who first deflowered her and had changed her life forever.

"Oh my God!  It's so good to see you again, you look great!" She said almost crying.

She sat on his leather couch wondering if she was too old to be wearing what she was wearing and if she had been going on to long about her life since him.

He was walking back from his kitchen holding glasses and a bottle. As he handed her a glass and poured Red wine, he stood there looking at her for a bit and said, "I know you have a full plate, being that you are divorced, a work-at-home Mom, being a mother, feeding and taking care of your daughters, keeping things in order, trying to make a living, fighting growing older, but I want you to know something right now, I don't care about any of that. Right now, I want to push you against that wall, pin your hands over your head, kiss your neck, rip your blouse open, snatch off your bra and if you pull away and try and run, I am grabbing your ankle, dragging you back to me, undoing your belt, tying your wrists together behind  your back, pulling your jeans down, pulling your panties off, shoving them into your mouth to shut you up, bending you over the edge of my bed and fucking you from behind! I don't care how smart you are, how empowered you are, who you are, or what you do…"

She felt weak, she was floating, she was spinning, her eyes unfocused and she was about to explode.

He unbuttoned his shirt and continued, "You are mine!"

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