Eyes are weak. The sun. The light. I don't remember the last time it touched my skin. My eyes have been starved of it for … I'm not sure, months? I miss it's warmth, it's heat radiating around us as we walk the beach hand in hand, sand creeping between our toes. Pushing myself into you as the breeze gathers over us. Coiled together watching the sun dip in the horizon. This light though. It’s different. Harsher. Unyielding.
”Jones. Captain. Eight three nine zero seven six five two nine.”
Lids are heavy. Sleep. So little sleep. I’ve flitted in and out of consciousness now so many times I’ve lost count. Each time I fade to black you’re there. I can feel your touch when my eyes close, your fingers tracing lines on my arm. Your breath on my skin. Your skin on mine as we grasp together. Then I’m hauled back, with force that pushes you from my mind as my rest is torn from me.
”Jones. Captain. Eight three nine zero seven six five two nine.”
Brain is dulled. You outfox me every time. Late night dancing on the terrace, quiet nights watching movies, late nights drinking with friends, you dance your way around me leaving me bewildered. Just a Grunt. Just a soldier. Then you redeem me, raise me up, kissing me softly your taste lingers in my memory, there, but not. Then it screams, the pain washes over me, my brain shuts down just to keep going.
”Jones. Captain. Eight three nine zero seven six five two nine.”
Heart is steady. We’ve built it strong, you and I. Captivating me from the moment I laid eyes on you. It was anyones then, you stole it, you kept it and built barriers around it that keep me warm in the darkness. Your skin cool, your breasts heave, your legs split letting me in, layers upon layers of you. It’s because of you, they will not break me, they will not reach my heart and even if they do, they will crash upon it like waves against the cliffs.
”Jones. Captain. Eight three nine zero seven six five two nine.”
I considered speaking. I see you from time to time, standing in the corner of the room. Light dances around your skin, flawless and perfect. Your smile is broad and it calls to me, your lips round and full. I can hear you whispering in my ear sweet nothings as you wrap your body around me. No words escape my mouth. As the haze of you slips into darkness I know it’s not you, it’s not you.
”Jones. Captain. Eight three nine zero seven six five two nine.”
Fuelled my desire. Soft touches, warm embraces, long lazy Sundays entwined in each other. My muscles strain under the tension. I can feel your hips grind against me, your warmth spread as we thunder together in the dusk. Your moans reverberating in my head causing me to call out your name. I’m brought back with a fist, like a train, shaken for the first time as my mind loses touch with you.
”Jones. Captain. Eight three nine zero seven six five two nine.”
Nothing more said. Silence. As we stare across the kitchen table. Hands twitching, breath slowed, it’s happening again. Leaving. I’ll be back. I swear. I’ll be back. I’m coming home. One last moment of tenderness, the kitchen table swept clear contents crashing to the ground. Thrusting and thrashing, biting and growling. Skin raw and slicked. Your scent filling my nostrils. One. Last. Time. As it ends, my eyes open. It wasn’t you. It was my body being broken again, over and over until I slump in a heap, chained and dishevelled.
”Jones. Captain. Eight three nine zero seven six five two nine.”
Nothing to say. Life seeps from me. My last memories are of you. A last smile, a last kiss, a last tender touch.
”Jones. Husband. Tell her I loved her …”
Just a little Sunday afternoon short story. Hope you enjoy it, let me know if you do!
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/3d105b/rp_the_lost_love_the_lost_soldier
I don’t know if "enjoy" is the right word, considering the ending, but it was definitely good!
Thank you! Really appreciate the comment :)