into the cool cotton sheets and sighed. Closing
his eyes, he waited for the rocking sensation to stop. One of the pitfalls of
being at sea so often was that it normally comforted him and was the motion
that lulled him to sleep. Now it just reminded him of Lindy’s body rocking
against his as they twisted and turned on the bed a few days ago.
Grabbing his cell from the nightstand, he checked his email.
My Dearest Tom,
I am sitting on the porch, the stars twinkling in the
dark. In the blackness I can hear the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks,
their force and power reminding me of our time together. I wake in the morning
feeling your warmth against me but when I reach for you, you are not there. Is
that the cruelest of fates or the truest of wonders that I can feel you with
me, even though you are so far away? Hurry back to me, lover. My aching flesh
yearns for your caress…
Affectionately,
Lindy xxoo
Tom couldn’t help but smile. He didn’t think she would
really do it but then again this was Lindy. She was becoming somewhat of an
enigma. Strong and fiercely independent but at the same time fragile and
delicate. A little too romantic maybe but her innocence was refreshing. So many
of the women he had met wielded their independence like a sword, fending off
the possibilities before they were even offered.
Lindy wanted the fairy tale and wasn’t afraid to admit it or
reach for it. Although Tom knew he could never be the one to give it to her,
what he had to offer might be just what she needed for now. What that was he
hadn’t a clue but he enjoyed being with her and would play her hero for now. He
was a loner sure but sometimes he needed a little love just like anyone else. Bah,
what am I doing? Palma awaits me and I need a nap.
Grabbing the extra pillow, Tom hugged it to his chest and
settled deeper into the mattress. He cocked open an eye and looked at his shirt
draped over the chair. He wanted to smell it again but he would not. Punching
the pillow, he snuggled in and then threw back the covers and stomped over to
the chair. Bunching up the t-shirt, he inhaled deeply and then put it under the
pillow before falling into a dreamless sleep.
* * * * *
Tom stopped into his favorite café and had a late lunch and
a nice bottle of Rioja. His favorite waitress Selma greeted him warmly with a
kiss and an expectant look. He enjoyed her company and he could probably use
the distraction.
Tom laughed at the cliché but he did seem to have a woman in
every port. Some were just friends, some had been or still were lovers. His
life had been just a series of moments connected by one common thread—the sea.
It wasn’t that he had intimacy issues really. He just liked to keep things free
from complication.
He gave just a little bit at a time to each one of them. He
prided himself on listening to their needs so he could give them what they most
desired. Women were really pretty simple creatures. A little affection, regular
compliments and a pretense of listening. And lots and lots of orgasms. At least
he knew he was good at that.
Tom didn’t lead them on. He never hid who he was. He would
give what he could, when and if he could, that was all—no attachments, no
commitments, no tears. For some it was enough and for those who it wasn’t he
wished them well.
A couple of partners had almost made him rethink his selfish
ways. But in the end he realized he could not give them what they needed. The
call of saltwater was too strong. For some reason it made him think of Lindy
again. Pulling his BlackBerry from his pocket, he shook his head and laughed
before his thumbs began to move.
My Very Dear Lindy,
It was with great relish that I read your note. To know
that you are thinking of me brightens the long, lonely days at sea. I am in
Palma sitting in the afternoon sun at my favorite café. The fish is so fresh
that you can taste the desire of the ocean. You would like it here. I should
like for you to see
his eyes, he waited for the rocking sensation to stop. One of the pitfalls of
being at sea so often was that it normally comforted him and was the motion
that lulled him to sleep. Now it just reminded him of Lindy’s body rocking
against his as they twisted and turned on the bed a few days ago.
Grabbing his cell from the nightstand, he checked his email.
My Dearest Tom,
I am sitting on the porch, the stars twinkling in the
dark. In the blackness I can hear the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks,
their force and power reminding me of our time together. I wake in the morning
feeling your warmth against me but when I reach for you, you are not there. Is
that the cruelest of fates or the truest of wonders that I can feel you with
me, even though you are so far away? Hurry back to me, lover. My aching flesh
yearns for your caress…
Affectionately,
Lindy xxoo
Tom couldn’t help but smile. He didn’t think she would
really do it but then again this was Lindy. She was becoming somewhat of an
enigma. Strong and fiercely independent but at the same time fragile and
delicate. A little too romantic maybe but her innocence was refreshing. So many
of the women he had met wielded their independence like a sword, fending off
the possibilities before they were even offered.
Lindy wanted the fairy tale and wasn’t afraid to admit it or
reach for it. Although Tom knew he could never be the one to give it to her,
what he had to offer might be just what she needed for now. What that was he
hadn’t a clue but he enjoyed being with her and would play her hero for now. He
was a loner sure but sometimes he needed a little love just like anyone else. Bah,
what am I doing? Palma awaits me and I need a nap.
Grabbing the extra pillow, Tom hugged it to his chest and
settled deeper into the mattress. He cocked open an eye and looked at his shirt
draped over the chair. He wanted to smell it again but he would not. Punching
the pillow, he snuggled in and then threw back the covers and stomped over to
the chair. Bunching up the t-shirt, he inhaled deeply and then put it under the
pillow before falling into a dreamless sleep.
* * * * *
Tom stopped into his favorite café and had a late lunch and
a nice bottle of Rioja. His favorite waitress Selma greeted him warmly with a
kiss and an expectant look. He enjoyed her company and he could probably use
the distraction.
Tom laughed at the cliché but he did seem to have a woman in
every port. Some were just friends, some had been or still were lovers. His
life had been just a series of moments connected by one common thread—the sea.
It wasn’t that he had intimacy issues really. He just liked to keep things free
from complication.
He gave just a little bit at a time to each one of them. He
prided himself on listening to their needs so he could give them what they most
desired. Women were really pretty simple creatures. A little affection, regular
compliments and a pretense of listening. And lots and lots of orgasms. At least
he knew he was good at that.
Tom didn’t lead them on. He never hid who he was. He would
give what he could, when and if he could, that was all—no attachments, no
commitments, no tears. For some it was enough and for those who it wasn’t he
wished them well.
A couple of partners had almost made him rethink his selfish
ways. But in the end he realized he could not give them what they needed. The
call of saltwater was too strong. For some reason it made him think of Lindy
again. Pulling his BlackBerry from his pocket, he shook his head and laughed
before his thumbs began to move.
My Very Dear Lindy,
It was with great relish that I read your note. To know
that you are thinking of me brightens the long, lonely days at sea. I am in
Palma sitting in the afternoon sun at my favorite café. The fish is so fresh
that you can taste the desire of the ocean. You would like it here. I should
like for you to see
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