I sat down this evening to edit and submit some of my husband's stories. I pulled up his files, and sat and stared at them. They are stories of him, not me, how do I go about filling in the blanks?
{"Write for yourself."}
I heard this in my mind, clear as day. For a second, I froze, then I looked around fully expecting to see Ted Standing there. I glanced back at the screen before me, thinking for a second the sound came from the speakers.
{"Just write enough to let the reader's mind fill in the missing."}
I did jump at that one, it was clear in my mind, I heard it! Then I felt the touch, a tracing along my earlobe. The smell of him, masculine, a trace of the scent of the cigarettes he used, sneaking one or two a day right to the end, thinking I didn't know..
"What in the world?" I thought. I tried just a couple of times to look around the room, nothing. But then in my mind, Ted was here.
{"Go ahead, write this, write what I am doing."}
I started to type, his fingers brushed my cheek. Instantly, like always, like every time he touched me for over 30 years, my nipples became alert. I felt his fingers brush down my chest, cupping my small breast. My nipple erected into the palm of his hand. I sighed and allowed my body to surrender to him.
{"Tell them the sensation, leave some to their thoughts."}
Such sweet shock, such a flood of pleasure. I felt my body shudder at the feeling. I got up and walked across the room to the couch, I could sense him right behind me. I lay back, eyes closed, I dared not to open them or I would spoil the moment. I felt his tongue, the feeling flooded down my abdomen, I felt myself wetting in readiness.
Suddenly I was naked to the waist, then I felt my slacks and panties sliding down my hips, the weight of Ted's body replacing them.
{"Write in pictures, let the readers know what you feel"}