Quiet Moments

I finished writing the intro before you texted me.


I am almost through with my laundry. I hate to admit it, but I am starting to miss you – yeah you and your letters. Though it really excites me when I am reading your stories, but it is still different when we talk on letters. I am actually having a vibe that you are not feeling my story. Hahaha! Really. But, it’s ok. I would love it if you would give me constructive criticisms. I won’t take it personally. =)

Since I told you that I am almost through with my laundry, probably you would sense that my body is actually wanting to feel that bed and soft pillow now. It really is. But I am thinking of you, and my mind is wandering again. So, I really need to write before my high run low. =)


Andrea had a long day. Aside from that, she’s still washing her clothes until midnight. She sat in front of her computer and started typing. This is how she rests. As if the computer can listen to what her mind says and make her settle down. Or maybe she’s thinking of Noel who might be able to listen to her even in her silence. She closed her eyes and started to stretch her neck. Do you want a massage? Who is that? She asked. Maybe she’s just tired. But yeah, she would love to feel someone else’s touch tonight. Something that would give her arm muscles a soothing touch. Yes, I want a massage. Closed her eyes again. Suddenly, a picture of Noel popped. She misses him more as days and nights go by. At this moment, she wants to feel him. She wouldn’t mind if Noel knows how to massage or not. Maybe the thought of him soothes her. She knew that this guy made her happy and a little touch there, press that wouldn’t hurt. She thought of Noel sitting just right beside her. Watching her while she types. She paused for a moment while thinking of what to type next but Noel, grabbed the opportunity to make his girl relax. She imagined that Noel would push the drawer-like wood where the keyboard is placed. Hold her two hands to stop her from typing and lead her to the bed. Letting their selves sit beside each other. Noel would whisper soft words that Andrea can barely understand, Noel is telling her how he misses her and how he loves her so much. But the sound of his voice and the breath he exhales when he talks made her close her eyes. Andrea’s most sensitive sense is her ears. She didn’t mind what he just told her, she just want to feel the sound of his voice, as if hypnotizing her. It turned her on. Noel didn’t know if Andrea understood what he said or even paying attention to him. He saw him closing her eyes in a very slow sensual motion. He didn’t know what he did but looking at her at this angle where he could see the right side her face excited him more to do something for her.

Andrea thought that she likes it when Noel takes control of her and her body. She is dominant most of the times and tries to be on the lead from other people but she finds Noel is an exception. She knows how Noel look like when he gets excited and Andrea, too will be thrilled to know what will happen next. What would he do now this time she thought. Noel put his hands on Andrea’s back and start pressing. Few more pressing, Noel notice that Andrea is loving it. She loves the way I touch her, every time, he thought. His hands go down her spine and it made Andrea moan softly. Everything feels good. Is he a masseuse? Noel knows where to put his hands and where to press it hard, except it is becoming more sensual she thought. When Noel reached the bottom of her spine, his hands crawled under her shirt. He felt how warm her back is, his hands wandered more going to her waist, her stomach. She’s warm and he embraced her. Andrea felt his hands and she let them. She can feel his warmth too. She put her hands under her shirt and placed it over Noel’s hands. He rests his chin on Andrea’s left shoulder. Closed his eyes too. She can feel his breathing. She can also feel the beat of his heart from her back. Those are just one of the quiet times Andrea want to spend the night with someone. Someone like Noel.