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As my horse galloped ever faster along the beach I
pulled back on the reigns to slow him down. But it seemed as if something
unforseen was quiding the horse. As I pulled the reigns back even harder
my horse bolted into the air throwing me to the ground.
That was the last thing I could remember as I suddenly felt a breeze on my
naked body in the tropical heat. As I opened my eyes she was beside me
holding a paper fan in her hand. She was the most beautiful woman I had
ever seen in my mortal life, yet I knew that somehow I had known her in
another time and another place.
Her face, her smile, the glow in her eyes. That was the face I knew so
well. Before she talked, before she laughed, I knew what she would sound
like. It was her grace and humor that drew me to her for all eternity.
She smiled as I opened my eyes and said "You've been saying no to
beautiful women in your sleep all night long."
"How many did I say no to?" I asked.
"At least a dozen," she answered in a most seductive voice.
"Thats why I went horse back riding. I was as horny as hell and I was
trying to stay away from women. I guess the fall off the horse made me
delerious as I slept. I hope you didn't hear anything too raunchy." I
answered.
"No, it was quite entertaining. You must really think your in love to say
no so many times when your'e so horny," she said.
"Why do you say I think I'm in love," I asked.
"Because your not really in love. But rather you fell in love with the
notion of being in love. Many people think that they somehow fall in love
when they reach a certain age and often confuse lust with love. If you're
really in love, then you no longer feel lust for anyone but your lover. So
if you're fighting lustful feelings then you have already lost," she said.
Her logic made a lot of sense and I knew if I listened much longer that I
would be convinced that I wasn't in love. But I couldn't be sure if it
were her words or her beautiful body that was swaying me. So there was
only one thing to do. I had to get away from her as fast as I could. I
felt tremendous dizzyness as I tried to lift my head off the pillow.
And then I felt tremendous feelings of arousal as she placed her smooth
and tender hands on my chest and softly whispered to me that I had a
concusion from the fall and I shouldn't try to get up.
"Close your eyes and go back to sleep," she whispered as she gently
scratched my shoulders with her long and sexy nails.
The sensation of her wonderful nails soon had me fast asleep again. And
when I awoke I saw her sitting on the bed with my favorite dish of brown
rice and shrimp. I opened my mouth as she slid the chop sticks in that
were full of brown rice and shrimp inside my mouth. I was famished and I
didn't want to tell her that I never quite got the hang of chop sticks, so
I allowed her to baby me.
As my dizzyness started to subside she guided me into a tub. I was aware
that I was salty and sandy from the fall on the beach so I was grateful
that she prepared a tub for me. But to my surprise she insisted on washing
me. It was her tub and she wasn't taking no for an answer.
"Well, what could I do but enjoy it?"
It felt wonderful and I never felt so clean. Becoming so accustomed to the
standard Navy shipboard two minute showers, I had almost forgotton just
how wonderful a real bath was. After the bath she wrapped a towel around
me and told me that she had hand washed all my clothes that were now
drying outside in the mid day sun.
She then changed the bed sheet and commanded that I lay on my stomach and
relax as she scratched my back with her wonderful nails. I wasn't tired
and I didn't even feel dizzy anymore but I didn't want to let on that I
was now completly
recovered because her nails felt so wonderful running up and down my back.
Then, still yet another surprise. I felt her hands slide down to the side
of my waist and undo the towel knot. Soon after the towel slid gently from
around my waist I could feel her nails running up and down my butt. A few
minutes later she asked, "Are you still thinking about her?"
"Thinking about who,"? I answered, now even surprising myself with my
answer once I grasped what I was really saying.
I could resist no more. I sat up and gazed into her magical eyes and
kissed her lips as I embraced her. Just then a thunder bolt thundered out
of the blue as if it were some how commanded by the gods. We both rushed
out together to bring in my clothes that were outside drying. After the
clothes were secure she noticed that I was walking out the door naked into
the thunderous rain.
"What do you think you're doing,?" she asked.
"Nature has just accomodated my need for a cold shower," I answered as I
walked out the door.
I turned around to look as I heard the door slam and there she was
standing there stark naked. Even with the driving rain coming down on her
I could see that her body was one of magnificance.
"Its not safe for you to be out in this thunder," I said.
"Then why are you out here,?" she asked.
"I came out here to forget about you," I answered.
"Look at my body and tell me if you could ever forget about me even if you
were given an eternity to forget," she said.
As she put her arms around me and I felt her press her magnificant breasts
against my chest, I whispered "no, I can't forget you and eternity is not
enough time to erase you from my memory."
Now completly embraced in each others arms our passion sparked a wild fire
in the rain that couldn't be douced out. We defied the gods of thunder and
made love until we both became completly overwhelmed with exhaustion. She
knew exactly what gave me the most pleasure and I know exactly what gave
her the most pleasure.
Our bodies seemed to know each other for an eternity. We would be together
for a year and a day. And it was the happiest year and a day that I would
ever spend at least in this mortal life any way. Yes, I know things were a
little unusual. But I didn't grasp the magnitude of what really transpired
till much later on.
Till this very day her last words still haunt me so. On our last morning
of waking up together before my ship sailed she said "we had our year and
a day," and we can ask for nothing more in this life time.
I laughed and said "I'll see you again."
As tears started to roll down her eyes, she said, "yes, someday, we will
have our year and a day again, but till then you must forget me."
As the years went by and her last words to me echoed in my ears I started
to understand what happened. She was not some incredible figment of my
imagination. Although, I would have my doubts except for the fact that so
many of my shipmates saw us together in so many places.
Yet there are a few things that are hard to explain with logic. First, I
feel as if somewhow that horse was taking me to her. Second, during the
entire year and a day that I was staying with her, I never even once
arrived at her house by myself. Somehow she always seemed to pop out of
thin air every time I was headed to her house to see her.
Even stranger, she would never let me pay for anything every time we went
out. She would always say, "I signed for it."
I would buy her the finest silks and jewlery to make up for her covering
everything, but she never seemed interested in any gifts although she
would always thank me for my shopping efforts.
But still stranger was the fact that she never had any scheduled meal. She
would just ask me what I wanted to eat and somehow she always had exactly
what I asked for within seconds. Yet, I never saw her go grocery shopping.
I'm a very easy person to get along with, but she always asked what music
I wanted and what I wanted on TV. But if I asked her what she liked to
listen to and watch she would refuse to tell me and just say that it
wasn't important.
Even stranger, I always beleived in womans liberation. I would be the
first guy to help with cooking, shopping, the dishes, cleaning or
whatever. But with her, I could do none of those things. In fact, for the
entire year and a day, she insisted on giving me a bath and hand washing
all my clothes every single day.
And now that I think of it I can never remember seeing a dish in the sink
or even a dish in the cabinet. "So where did the dishes come from and
where did they go to?"
In fact I never even poured a single glass of water for myself during the
entire year and a day. Somehow she anticipated everything I was planning
on doing before I did it.
But the most extrodinary thing is that during the entire year and a day we
never had a single disagreement, never a cross word and never an
unpleasant moment except for her tears when my ship was about to sail.
Often times, I'm a very light sleeper and I would wake up in the middle of
the night to see her waving a paper fan over me. I don't think anyone
could even imagine a fantasy that was so fantastic as this. But yet this
was real.
Soon after I got my first computer I did a family tree. And to my surprise
I traced the tree right to an ancient ancestor that married a magical
woman from the land of the fairies. But because he was mortal and she was
not, they were only allowed to have, yes, you guessed it, a year and a day
together. The reason for this was that she could never age because she was
immortal and of course my ancestor being mortal could age.
Now, I'm not saying that there is any connection. I have a very logical
mind and I have been brought up in a way that I was taught that there has
to be a logical explanation for everything. But despite that, I can't help
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