Beginning Again


I am participating in the Blisse Bunny Hop and we’re talking about New Beginnings, or in my case, starting over. My story, Matters of the Heart featured in Rachel Kramer Bussel’s Only You: Erotic Romance for Women is about a couple who has broken up and run into each other again. I love a fresh start and hopefully you will like starting over with these two.


To anyone lingering in the parking lot, they might have looked exactly like the romantic couple they used to be, holding hands and smiling, but they both knew better.

They stopped at Clarence’s car, Charlene leaning against it, Clarence standing in front of her.
“Well,” Charlene started, and then she stopped.

She looked down at what she held in her hands. There was the matter of the heart to deal with, the red velvet cake with thick chocolate icing that she held against her middle.

Charlene extended the white box toward Clarence.

“Here, you can it have it,” she said. “I don’t need it.”

“Sure you do. Everybody needs a heart.” he said.

“Split it?” Charlene smiled.


Charlene opened the box. Hesitant, but bold, she swiped her finger across the thick icing. She slid some into her own mouth first, then went in again and offered some to Clarence next.

He accepted it, his eyes holding hers steady.

His mouth was moist and hot around her fingers. He may as well had been touching Charlene the way the bumps rose on her skin and her nipples hardened as if a soft wind had come through.

Clarence sucked gently on her finger for much longer than it took to taste the icing and Charlene’s body was so aware of him now that she rose on her toes and her eyes fluttered closed with the sensation.

“Sweet,” Clarence said, his voice deep.

“Yes, sweet,” Charlene said, though she didn’t know whether Clarence was referring to the icing or her.

“Tonight was pretty nice.” Clarence rocked back and forth on his heels.

“It was,” Charlene nodded.

“Romantic,” he said.


And this was the point at which she could have chosen to walk away, get into her car and drive off, but more than that, more than anything, Charlene wanted to do something else.

So, if tonight were the last time she ever saw him again, she wouldn’t remember the silver heart breaking, she would remember this…

Softly at first, Charlene’s lips merely rested upon his, as if by accident. And she stepped in close to him, so that the fabric in their shirts rubbed against each other.

Afraid to part her lips further, and invite Clarence inside her mouth, Charlene remained that way, afraid he wouldn’t enter, or if he did, afraid he wouldn’t linger.

Clarence removed the conflict of decision from her, and gently pried her lips open with the bittersweet wetness of his tongue.

Laced with sweetness and scotch, his tongue was tart. It was strong and sure like he was, and it moved in and around her mouth.

Pulling away, Charlene breathed in deep. And there it was, the love she had temporarily tucked away. It floated up and out, lingered in the atmosphere only briefly before engulfing her in a misty cloud of rain.

Clarence removed the box from her hands and placed it on the hood of his truck. He gripped both her wrists in one of his hands and raised her arms above her head. He leaned Charlene back against the front of the truck so that her back arched naturally at the center.

Charlene lifted her legs and wrapped them tightly around his hips. His crotch was precisely placed against hers beneath her denim skirt. She felt the head of his enlarged cock rubbing against the fabric of her panties.

She reached down to unzip his pants, but Clarence pulled her hand away.

He was punishing her and she knew it, giving her what she deserved for saying whatever foolish things she had said. Clarence was punishing Charlene so thoroughly and sweetly that tears sprung to her eyes and she bit down on her bottom lip in sweet agony.

Through the fabric of his pants and her panties, Clarence rubbed his cock against her cunt. Charlene’s panties were saturated and they clung to the warm square between her legs.

She wanted to beg for release from this torture, she wanted to beg Clarence to give her more, but she knew that if she had him inside her now, she would surely explode, and for that, she wasn’t ready.

“I miss you,” Clarence growled into her neck.

The words brought her even closer to the edge.

“You left me,” Charlene responded in gasps.

“You made me,” Clarence insisted as he rubbed his cock against her with more force, more urgency.

Charlene didn’t continue the debate.

She just said, “Come back. Clarence, come back.”

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