Free Bedtime Confessions (The Chambermaid's Tales - Short Stories) by Sarah Michelle Lynch

his mystery kept me enthralled.
    He pushed me against a tree and my back crunched against the dry bark. I feigned protest but I was desperate for him, though we had made love back at the flat, only a couple of hours before. 
    My hands were in his luxurious blonde locks. He pushed his hard chest against my breasts and I winced. My nipples were so sore, with both the arousal I felt and the sucking I had endured earlier that day.
    As I look back, the memories are somewhat blurred. All I recall is his mouth, rapidly tracing my mouth and throat, seeking solace.
    I loved his lips. They had the propensity for so much. I loved him to read to me. To si ng to me, talk to me and kiss my most intimate parts.
    Bite me. Lick me. Suck me. I psychically urged him on.
    I thought he sought to usher away his demons with the molestation of my mouth ; he took me so urgently. I almost lost my breath, he was so rapid. He made me feel light-headed and dizzy. Sometimes I wanted to ask him to slow down and take his time. He had me. I wouldn't leave him.
    Yet I loved his mouth for the way it kissed my own lips. My soul ached whenever he put those plush lips of his against mine. He moved inside my mouth, brushing and caressing my tongue, before smiling and nibbling the plumpest part of my bottom lip.
    He claimed me with his kisses, telling me how much he desired me. The kisses were everything. Nothing else mattered. I could survive on his kisses alone, supplementing my soul's need for a mate who had as much capacity for love as I did.
    “I just need you inside me…” I remember saying to him.
    The longing was spreading throughout my body and I needed him to be within my core as we continued to rock and writhe, while still kissing.
    Soon we were on the ground. Our shorts were dispensed with and I helped him find my insides.
    Now I look back, I realise our urge to fuck so relentlessly was born from a need for us to get beneath one another. However, the only way we could really do that was with time, and honesty. He wouldn't open up to me about anything other than what positions we may try next, or how we might make the orgasms better.
    I had experienced all the pleasures of the flesh, within the Lodge, but with Him, I wanted so much more. I wanted his soul.
    Nevertheless, that day in the wood, he made love to me and I made love to him too, with my naked breasts bouncing as I rode him. He then licked me afterwards and he pushed his solid erection back inside me too. He made love to me, while we were both naked, and he kissed me relentlessly, ensuring all my pleasure was attended to. I loved him tremendously. Exclusively and explicitly. He was my entire world.
    I wonder whether, that day, his passion intensified after he conquered that bike and the traumatic memories it represented (but which he would never divulge, I knew). I still wonder that now. Did he fall in love with me a little more that day?
    I certainly needed him more after that. At the time, however, I had no idea what lay ahead.
     
    “I would give my left arm for a love like that,” Flo says. Her face flushed.
    My eyes pricked with tears.
    “ I loved him so much, Flo. It was a love that seemed unreal. It didn't know how to make it real. I didn't know.”
    I sob a little and wipe my nose.
    “What will be, will be,” she decides.
    “ Yes,” I say, hoping and praying that he realises that soon.
    He needs to understand the realities I deal with daily. I need a man so strong, so unbreakable, to hold me up.
    I lived so fast. I learnt so much. I lost the man I loved.
    I don't think I could say goodbye again, so I will continue to avoid saying hello.
     

The Baron
     
     
    My meeting with The Baron took place. I was desperate to tell someone about it afterward but Flo was away visiting family. A week later, however, she returned home and I began to tell her the tale as we sat up in my bed, with the night closing in around my secluded country cottage.
     
    The Baron was known amongst the