AUTHOR'S NOTE AND WARNING TO READERS: My first real attempt at writing something a bit more loving and romantic. The story features primarily vaginal sex, but there's a thumb that slips into the wife's butt at one point too - so beware, if that's not your thing!
It is a work of fiction, and all of the characters in the story are above the age of eighteen.
Furthermore, all of my material is of course copyrighted.
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"Where am I? Who are you!?"
I looked at the woman across the table from me. How did I get here? Why am I here? My thoughts felt scrambled, as if all the wires in my brain were crossed, or had melted into paste. I clutched the side of the table and shook my head. The only thing I knew was that I was not supposed to be here.
"Calm down, honey!" the woman said. There was a sadness in her grey eyes that felt familiar somehow. I knew she wasn't a threat to me, but I couldn't pinpoint why. She got to her feet and swiftly embraced me - held me in her arms as if she were my mother, or my sister, or my lover. Her heart pounded wildly beneath her breast as if it would burst free from the cage of her ribs, and the sound filled my mind.
"You're okay, Daniel," she whispered in my ear. "It's going to be alright."
I wrapped my arms around her, held her tightly, and began to sob. The terror and confusion I felt was indescribable. Where was I? Who was this woman who spoke with me with such kindness, and how did she know my name? How did I know my name?
"I.. I feel so confused" I managed to get out. "I don't know where I am. How did I get here? What's happening?"
She pulled away from me and looked me in the eyes. "Listen to me, Daniel. Listen carefully. You were in an accident a few months ago. It caused a hemorrhage in your brain, and now you suffer from memory loss regularly. But you're safe. You're safe, Daniel." The speech came well-rehearsed and some part of me understood that she had said all this to me before, perhaps many times over. Yet it was so difficult to process the information. I had a million questions, but it was impossible to ask them. I could feel myself drifting into a stupor again.
"My.. my head.." I said groggily, reaching up to rub my temple.
"You'll be okay in a minute. I promise." she said softly, her voice thick with emotion. I could see tears forming in the woman's eyes. It hurt me that I had made her upset. She was an elegant looking lady with dark hair that fell around her shoulders in waves. Her nose was sharp and a little pointed, and she wore makeup around her eyes that made them stand out like pyrite prisms in the evening sun. Her scent reminded me of blackberries and freshly fallen rain on grass. I wanted to remember her - to commit her face and voice to memory forever, but all I could do was stare blankly into the distance as if my brain was still in shock.
The room I was in seemed ordinary enough - it was a kitchen with linoleum tiles, a window with yellowed curtains pulled back to let in the sun, and a table with four chairs surrounding it. There was nothing strange or special about it. Nothing that told me that this was not the place I had always lived. Or the home of a complete stranger.
"I am so sorry.." I said, feeling a mixture of shame and confusion. "But I feel so lost. I don't mean to hurt your feelings, but.." I spoke slowly, and yet I couldn't bring myself to finish the sentence. But I didn't have to. A tear rolled down the kind woman's cheek, and it hurt me immensely.
"I'm Beatrice." she said as she brushed the tear away with the back of her hand. "I'm your wife."
Beatrice. The name resonated within my soul - like a key fitting into some hidden lock at exactly the right moment. I was beginning to understand a bit more, but even that knowledge felt tenuous. I still had no idea who I was. How I had come to be here. Or what this beautiful woman had done to make me feel such immense love. But I knew her, somehow. Her face, and the sound of her voice. At least some part of me did, because I understood right away just how precious she was to me.
"I'm Daniel" I said, foolishly, as if we had just met for the first time. She giggled at that, through her tears.
"I know." She said, and reached for some paper towel to blow her nose with. I studied her carefully as she reached across the table. Her curves were voluptuous beneath the clothes she wore, and the smell of her skin was intoxicating. There was no denying how attractive I found her. Yet despite our apparent relationship, she was a total stranger to me. I tried to hold her gaze, but it became too overwhelming and I turned away momentarily.
"We're been married for four years." She said, after sitting back down in the chair across the table from me. I could see a look of compassion in her eyes. But also something else - sadness, or maybe resignation. As if she'd said all of this before as well, and expected the outcome to be exactly what she was seeing in front of her now. I could feel the cogs in my head turning, as I was trying to make sense of the situation. This is what a mind would do, when it has been subjected to so much stress. I imagined I was a broken robot trying to put itself back together - spinning and sparking, as I sought out missing pieces and tried to connect them together again in their rightful spot.
"We.. We've had this conversation before." It was not a memory - it was a deduction. "Several times."
"Yes. Yes we have, Daniel."
