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Subject: {ASSM} Alexandra Ch11(Slow, Romance, Literary Erotica)
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Hi
I have posted various chapters of this novel to various newsgroups and
web sites over the last few years (and from several different email
accounts). I have lost track of where I post what. So I have decided
to post the complete novel here over the next few days.
The complete novel and my other stories are also available on my
website www.DeclanStanley.com.
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Alexandra Chapter 11

I woke up alone, with the sun streaming in the window and bed clothes
knotted around my legs. It was just as I was untangling myself that
Jasmine came into the room. She was wearing a pair of blue silk
pyjamas and carrying a tray. Her blond hair was brushed and tied back
in a pony tail again. She put the tray down on the bed, and I saw that
it carried toast and marmalade, coffee and orange juice and scrambled
eggs and smoked salmon. My mouth watered.
"Breakfast in bed," she smiled, "is all part of the service."
I smiled back and reached for a glass of orange juice. "Thanks," I
said and gulped it down.
We munched in silence for a while.
Then she said, "I don't make a habit of this, Kevin."
I looked up at her but she was looking down at her eggs.
"Neither do I Jasmine," I replied. "In fact," I sat back against the
head board. "This is the first time I've ever had breakfast in bed
with a beautiful woman."
She looked up and smiled at me. "I would have thought that you'd have
had a lot of offers."
"Well I've had my share," I shrugged. "But I haven't taken up very
many." I reached for another slice of toast. "I guess it must be my
repressed Catholic upbringing, but I've always thought that sex was
something special that unites two people and cements the bonds of love
and trust between them."
Jasmine had stopped eating.
"I've never considered lust to be a good enough reason to have sex
with someone," I said and then looked away.
"You're looking for something serious, then?" she said.
"I know that I could get very used to having you in my life," I looked
back up to her. "And very used to being in your life."
"I used to really fancy you, Kevin," she spoke very softly. "I still
do so I guess it could be love." She shrugged, "But you never seemed
to even notice me back then."
"I was a fool then," I replied and we looked into each other's eyes.
"But I've grown up since and now I realise what I've been missing all
these years."
"So what do you want now, Kevin," she asked.
"I want someone to share my life with and to grow old and have kids
with," I said.
"So do I," she replied.
I leaned forward and put my hand to her cheek. "Do you think that we
might be able to make it together?" I whispered.
She looked into my eyes. "Oh yes, Kevin." And we where in each others
arms and we didn't care where the breakfast things spilt. We just
crushed each other in our embrace for a long, timeless moment.
Then a thought flared in the back of my mind. "Does this mean that
you've spent the last four years waiting for me?" I asked.
"What !," she sat back.
"It was just a thought," I smiled, but she didn't smile back.
"Typical man," she flared. "Thinking that women have nothing better to
do than sit around waiting for one of you to come into our lives and
make us complete."
"Well," I looked down. "I've been waiting for someone to come into my
life and make me complete." And I had found her. And she hadn't wanted
me.
"Oh," the anger slipped form her voice. She leaned towards me and put
her hand to the side of my neck. She kissed my cheek. "I think I might
have been waiting," she said softly.
I put my arms around her and we hugged.
Then her lips where on mine and her tongue was in my mouth. And we
kissed long and deep.
Her lips separated from mine and her tongue licked under my chin. I
let my head roll back and she licked down across my throat. Her teeth
pressed either side of my Adam's apple. She pulled my skin back and
forth, took smaller and bigger bites, sucked and licked.
She raised her head and asked, "Do you like this as much as I do?"
"What?" I looked down.
"Having your throat, worked on," she kissed it lightly.
"You like having your throat chewed?" I asked, putting my hand on her
neck.
"Yes," she smiled back.
I sat up and hooking my fingers behind her neck pushed my thumb
against her throat. She fell back against my leg. I gently squeezed
and released and squeezed my hand again.
"You ever make it with a vampire?" I asked.
She smiled. "No," she swallowed and I could feel her throat work as I
gently held it.
I pulled her up and bent my head down to run my nose into her soft
skin. I could feel the fast pulse in her jugular. I moved my thumb
away and pinched some skin with my lips. Her breath hissed close to my
ear. I moved my hand to the back of her head and ran my other down to
cup her breast. I could feel the pulse in her neck on my lips and the
pounding of her heart under my hand.
Opening my mouth I took as big a bite as I could. I sucked as much of
her throat into my mouth as I could get. Then I ran my hand down her
body and slipped my fingers into her vagina. I started to bite and
suck and rub in time with each other. She put her hand to the back of
my head and pressed my teeth even harder into her neck. While she ran
her other hand down my body and gripped hard on my erection.
I worked on her for a timeless eternity, until she shuddered. I sat up
a little and smiled down at her.
She returned the smile, then pushed me up and over onto my back.
Straddling me, she crushed my hips between her tights, guiding me
inside with one hand as she sank down, completely.
My arms where around her. One hand up to hook the opposite shoulder
from behind, the other down to grasp her buttock. I tried to buck my
hips. But she was a dead weight. A dead weight with my erection
trapped gloriously inside her.
She started to move her hips. A rolling undulation. She gasped and I
moaned as the ripples moved up my penis. She started a  rhythm and I
followed. We fell into a sea of sensual ecstasy and drowned in the
depths of each other.
So once again I found myself caught up in an intense relationship at
short notice. And this time the feelings seemed to be mutual. Or to be
more truthful the situation was reversed. Jasmine was obviously head-
over-heels in love with me. But I was still caught up on Alexandra.
Ironic, no?
Yet maybe it was because I couldn't fit Jasmine into the "object of my
love" box in my mind that I could relate to her properly. I wasn't
constantly expecting her to behave in certain ways and being
disappointed when she didn't. I wasn't expecting and so I didn't look
for signs that she mightn't love me. and so I didn't find any. I was
still hung up on the fact that Alexandra didn't love me, so all my
insecurities were fully occupied by that and they didn't have any time
to work their way into my relationship with Jasmine.
Even though I didn't categorise Jasmine as being the object of my love
she fulfilled the criteria I wanted better that anybody else ever has.
I found myself responding to her with out having to force myself. And
with out having to explain away what she did in order to convince
myself that she did love me. Maybe it was simply that she actually did
love me and maybe I'd loved her a lot longer than I thought.
Over the next few months our relationship developed and deepened. We
had so much in common, from politics and religion to how we liked to
relax and enjoy ourselves. Oh in the small hours of the night when I
woke up and couldn't get to sleep thoughts of Alexandra would come and
plague me. But come the morning I could push all thought of her to the
back of my mind again and once again focus on Jasmine.
Jasmine and I did so many things together. Not only going out on dates
to the theatre and cinema, but being introduced to each others friends
and relations. I thought her the basics of photography and she taught
me how to play tennis. She even got me to help redecorate the spare
bedroom. It got to the stage that I spent half my time living there.
Our relationship had gotten serious without me noticing or, more
importantly, worrying about it. But I didn't think of moving in with
her until Jasmine suggested it to me. It was a Saturday afternoon and
we'd just got back from a shopping trip down town.
She flopped down on the sofa, while I fixed a couple of drinks for us.
"You know," she said as I handed her glass. "You've been sleeping here
every weekend for the last six months."
I sipped my drink and nodded.
"And you've been shopping and cooking," she smiled. "And even doing
some laundry."
"Yes?" I smiled back
She paused foe a moment the asked, "So why the hell don't you just
move in with me?"
"Because you haven't asked me," I replied.
"Well I'm asking now," she said.
"Well I think it's a great idea," I put my arm around her. "If you're
sure?"
"I'm sure," she slipped her arms around me.
"Are you sure you're sure?" I pulled her closer.
"I'm very sure I'm sure," she tilted her head up towards mine and we
kissed.
Then we kissed some more. Then we cuddled. Then we started to undress
each other. Then we made love, long into the night.
I could write a whole book on the joys and tribulations of settling
down to a life of domestic bliss with the woman you love, but it's not
really within the scope of this narrative. You may feel that I'm wrong
to dwell so much on the negative aspects of my relationship with
Alexandra and to ignore the brilliant relationship I'm having with
Jasmine, but I feel that there is more to be learnt from the mistakes
we make than from the successes we have.
Anyway Jasmine has absolutely no intention of letting me fictionalise
the intimate details of our personal lives and distributing them for
all the world to read. Maybe if you tell all your friends that this is
a really fantastic book and that they should go out and buy a copy for
themselves I can persuade her to change her mind.
Anyway that first night that we lived together we celebrated in style.
Smoked salmon, lobster, champagne and oysters for starters and a long,
slow massage and love making session for after. Then we curled up
together and let the oil and sweat soak into the sheets.
I fell into one of those heavy sleeps, where you get all sorts of
weird dreams. I could feel Jasmine snuggling against me, but I
couldn't stop myself from drifting deeper. And then from dreaming.
In the dream there was a heavy, enclosing atmosphere. I was in a
London tube station. I could feel the hot stuffy air closing in all
around me. The oppressive, narrow little tunnels and platforms that
they have, so that the system is permanently over crowded. And in
order to change trains you have to walk up flights of stairs and along
tunnels and down and around in a confusing three dimensional maze.
Alexandra was with me. We where walking along a narrow connecting
tunnel and then we when down a flight of stairs and on to a platform.
We stood at one end of the platform near to the tunnel where the train
would come from. I think we where talking, but I can't remember what
we said. I remember being uptight and anxious about her being there
and not knowing why.
Then there was a rumble of an approaching train. And a blast of stale
air was forced out of the mouth of the tunnel and the rumble built up
to an overwhelming roar. Then a Piccadilly line train zoomed out of
the tunnel and screeched to a halt. And there was crowds on the
platform forcing their way on and off the train.
Alexandra and I stood alone in the surging crowd and I realised that
we where here to say goodbye to each other. But I didn't want to say
goodbye. And I think I might have been crying. Then Alexandra turned
and walked off. She didn't get on the train she walked off the
platform by an exit beside the train tunnel. I turned and walked along
through the crowd as the train pulled away and disappeared.
I followed the crowd along the platform. Then I was reading the signs,
trying to figure out which tunnel I should walk along to get to where
I was going. It was difficult because of all the people pushing and
shoving. And I felt like I did when I first came to London, not
knowing which lines to get or which stations to go to. And it was all
terribly confusing.
Then I was riding the escalator up out of the station. But the weird
thing was that I had no shoes on. I could feel the hard metal under my
feet, cold even though I had socks on. The groves in the step pressing
into the soles of my feet. And as I neared the top and the air got
lighter, I became increasingly frightened of not stepping off on time
and catching my toes in the workings of the escalator.
The most unusual thing about the last sequence is that I was wearing
stockings without any shoes on. I never do that. I either walk around
bare foot, or possibly in sandals with no stockings, or with shoes and
stockings on. But I never walk around wearing just stockings. And
while when I was a kid I used to be frightened of getting caught in
escalators they are so common now that I haven't thought about it in
years.
Needless to say before I reached the top and had to jump off I woke
up. I found my face pressed against Jasmine's ear, with my mouth full
of her hair. I propped myself up on my elbow and looked down at her in
the dim light. She turned her head towards me in her sleep. Her lips
slightly parted, her breathing calm and even.
And I thought, she's so beautiful. How can I be dreaming of Alexandra,
even if it was just to say goodbye, while lying next to someone who is
as beautiful on the inside as she is on the outside. How could I
betray Jasmine, even in my dreams.
She sighed and I bent down and kissed her lips.
"I think I really love you," I whispered and stroked her cheek.
"Hmmm," she murmured and rolled towards me.
I brushed the hair from her ear and kissed her there. Her arm fell
across my ribs. I took her ear into my mouth and worked my tongue and
lips all over it. Her shallow breath began to grow stronger against my
neck. I brushed my lips along the side of her neck, rubbing the palm
of my hand up and down the side of her body. She swallowed, then
opened her lips a little more. I ran my tongue gently over them. I
moved down and took her throat in my mouth. I could feel her pulse
under my teeth as I softly bit down using a steady pressure that
wouldn't break her skin. My hand slipped between her legs and I put my
length of my finger against her.
She rolled over onto her back, arms and legs slightly spread. I moved
my mouth onto her breast. Her pubic hair brushed against my wrist as I
started to make small circular motions with my hand. She slowly
moistened and opened as I continued to gently arouse her. Her heart
beat and breathing speeded up and my erection grew.
Her arms came up and squeezed me tight and my finger slipped inside
her.
"Hmmm, yes," she said and bend forward to kiss my ear.
I looked up at her and said, "So you are awake."
"I am now," she smiled.
And we kissed, our tongues probing deep as I slipped between her legs
and got on top of her. I brought my arms up to rest on my elbows. She
ran her hand down to guide my erection inside her and I started to
trust into her, her body undulating under me as my climax built inside
me. Then she squeezed tight, her thighs clamping my hips, her fingers
pressing into my back. And I came, a short sharp orgasm that
penetrated right to my soul.
She squeezed one last time and sighed, "Oh, yeah !"
I nuzzled her shoulder as she relaxed under me.
"I was dreaming that you were making love to me?" she murmured.
"Maybe you're still dreaming," I whispered back, withdrawing from her
and lying on my side.
"Good," she sighed. "I love these types of dreams." She rolled onto
her side to face me.
"What type's that?" I slipped my hand down her body to her bottom.
"The type where you're lying naked next to me," she smiled.
I squeezed my fingers, "You want to go again?"
"Hmm?" she wiggled against me, rubbing her hip across my penis. "I
might," she smiled. "But you don't seem to."
I smiled back. "You can't judge what my intentions are solely by the
state of my erection," I explained. "He doesn't control me, I control
him."
Her smiled broadened, "Oh yes?"
"Yes," I assured. "Even if he's completely exhausted that doesn't stop
me from making love to you. My fingers are always stiff and my tongue
always capable of a lick or two."
"A lick or two?" she raised herself up onto her elbow and cupped my
head in her hand. "I don't really know what you mean by that," a
mischievous smile flickered about her lips as she lent down to kiss my
collar bone.
I pulled her shoulder towards me. "Lie face down," I said. "I want to
be on top."
"Face down?" she asked.
"Yeh, come on." I pulled my arm from under her and gently pushed her
down.
She complied and I rolled on top of her, pushing my legs between her's
to part them. Then I pushed my hands under her hips and ran them up to
her breasts. I started to rub my whole body against her, squeezing her
between my arms and my chest and making swimming motions with my
shoulders.
"Hmm," she whispered. "It's not fair, I can't touch you."
"I don't think you could get much more of your body to touch me at any
one time," I spoke to her shoulder as I rubbed my ear across her head.
"I mean with my hands," she replied as she reached behind her to grab
one of my buttocks with each hand.
I smiled, but didn't say anything about her proving herself wrong.
Just concentrated on building up a steady rhythm.
Her legs squeezed mine and I pressed back to keep them wide apart. The
action of my body was causing my penis to rub against her and we were
both becoming aroused. I continued to rub it against her as I became
stiffer and she dilated and moistened. I was rubbing my shaft along
the length of her, pressing her lips apart.
She started to moan. At first randomly, then as the rhythm built they
came in time with my strokes. First every five or six then more and
more frequently as I delivered longer and more powerful thrusts. Then
without conscious thought I was pumping into her. As I pushed in she
squeezed tight and exhaled loudly. Again and again, getting faster and
harder each time.
I squeezed harder with my hands as well. Pulling her tighter and
tighter to me, as I pushed inside her harder and harder. She squeezed
back, her hands clamped tightly to my buttocks. So that as I pulled
back each time her shoulders were pulled up and as I pushed back down
her body arched under me.
As the rhythm built her breaths merged into longer and longer moans.
And the tension build higher and higher. Then the pressure exploded
and she shuddered from head to toe. Every muscle in her body
convulsed. I'd never felt such a total orgasm before.
Then every muscle in her body relaxed and I snuggled down on top of
her. She let out a long sigh and I could see the corner of her mouth
curl up in a smile.
"Thanks," she whispered.
I lay on top of her. My face buried in a nest of her hair. Each of my
hands sandwiched tightly between the mattress and one of her breasts.
My legs caught between her's. My penis already gone soft, with just
the tip of my foreskin still caught in her lips. I'd never felt such
total and utter contentment before.

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Copyright Declan Stanley.
The full story can be found at: http://declanstanley.com/novels/alexandra/

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