Well thanks to my new #TwitterBestie @NikkiHazeFever I am posting a short little story for everyone. I'm still writing The Life & Lays of Penelope Sweet which you can read HERE ! I hope you enjoy its raw, virtually unedited naked sexiness and if you do, leave me a like. Meanwhile, feel free to follow me on Twitter @DelphineDeRicci and let's connect! So know I leave you with this:
I’d been cleaning out my closet, bagging up old clothes and
rummaging through dated shoes when I stumbled upon a dusty box hidden in the
darkest corner of the walk in. I drug it
into the light and picked it up as if it contained buried treasure. It had been a few years since I’d seen it,
but knew exactly what was there.
I made my way to the bed, set the box on my naked thighs and
lifted the lid with both hands. As I
peeled it away a rush of feelings swept over me like a gust of hot southern
air. Preparing myself, I took a deep
breath and stared into the neat mess of letters and photographs packed inside.
I read the letters with a smirk and brushed my fingertips
over the images of his face. His sweet
handsome face was etched in my heart for eternity and I could still see the
essence of his smile and wink in his eye on random strangers I passed. Yet still, even more consuming than the way
he looked was the way he made me feel.
I would often awaken in the middle of the night with a
pounding heart, hot and wet from dreams of him kissing me, licking my pussy and
fucking me hard. Other days I would
taste him on my lips; the salty musky flavor of man would make me conscious of
an increasing surge of hormones and I would yearn to have him inside me. Only that couldn’t be, my first love was just
a memory; his life ripped away from this world, sacrificed so we could all be
free, safe and American. Thankful am I
that I felt his love and thankful am I that he felt mine.
