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I was just sitting there in the bath relaxing to the soft erotic styling of Prince. Thinking to myself that for one man, long ago, I use to be the most beautiful girl in the world… but not anymore. I sat wondering fruitlessly, what ever happened to our love that was supposed to last until the end of time? Was it all washed away by the purple rain of life's cruel lessons or maybe we just didn't turn on that blue light often enough?
While I tenderly stroked my skin I got lost in that amore and lust of another life time; a love that although I could not hold on to, I could never regret or be sadden by—an ardor that essentially made me who I am today. As my fingers found their way over my breasts, down my stomach, and finally into the folds of my pussy I reminisced… As I softly stroked my clitoris and gingerly fingered my G spot in slow purposeful movements—I became mesmerized. I rocked my body, swirling in a circular motion, swaying every so gently as I hummed to myself lost in the thoughts of my lover, my darling Bradley.

"I miss you Bradley." I spoke in a voice that was barely audible even to me. "I miss you sweetness..." A single tear rolled down my cheek as my head dropped back onto my bath pillow and my eyes rolled shut. The pleasure of my masturbation began coursing through my body, sending tingles over my skin. "To have you touch me just one more time… Ooh!"

I went adrift into my fantasy world. With the magic of my vivid imagination Bradley came up from behind me. His hands slit over my shoulders massaging skillfully as he nibbled on my ear, down my neck, and onto my breasts. I kissed his cheek and tongued his neck as I reached up to grab a hold of his beautifully built cinnamon body. He hummed a sweet melody against my skin; all the while he kissed my flesh from one breast to the other.

"Taenisha," he whispered my name in between every vibrating kiss, over and over again until my body instinctively rose out of the water pelvis first. My hands became his hands; stroking, probing, and working my pussy like a master fiddler. His fingers grind in and out of my hot salacious canal as he tweaked my clit rhythmically. It was all that I could do not to lose control completely. I wanted it to last. I wanted to dwell in our passion—hold on to that sensation of torturous ecstasy, that lingering feeling of unrequited desire that was rushing through my body. Alas all was lost; my orgasm began washing over me taking me to my happy place. I seized myself, suspended in the moment, relishing the wonton sensations that coursed through my being. "Cum for me Taenisha," Bradley whispered sweetly.

That did it. I closed my eyes tight as my body quickened. I came hard crying out his name over and over again. When I opened my eyes he was gone.

"Oh my Sweetness… My Bradley… That was wonderful, thank you." I stood up and reached for my robe as I stepped out of the bath. I walked down to my garden. The roses were in full bloom. I snipped one, brought it to my nose, and inhaled the scent as I sighed. "You will always be with me Bradley. I love it when you allow your spirit to flow through my house just to pleasure my flesh. I love that you are so close. My garden has never looked better My Love. Your body nourishing my roses—your spirit feeding my desire—pure perfection…"

I walked into my house and poured myself a glass of wine. It was seven years ago today that Bradley disappeared yet no one came here looking for him. I was his little secret back then but now… he is mine.

©2004 Tracee A Hanna