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He lifted me up then over his shoulder and carried my bag he bent to reach for. Off we went to his place. I laughed.
In we went with footnotes – from Tristan.
“All night dear, all night you are mine. Moaning is allowed. My place is soundproof.” He carried me up the spiral staircase to his private citadel of his sleeping abode. Gosh his strength doing that made me feel as light as a feather. He had no trouble carrying me and up those stairs. I had my own personal fireman. He could be that type of male that would rescue a damsel in distress. I had to get used to allowing this kind of man in and let him do things for me. I had much to learn. Why was it easy to write about this kind of man or moment and yet personally I was struggling with how to be with this? Listening to him tell Shelly about knowing I was coming into his life made me feel this was sanctified by spirit. A coming premonition of a sign before it occurred. I was not privy to seeing this before he was there in my life. He, on the other hand, was watching for me to show up. The electricity between us was visceral and could brighten up a room with our sexual glances and vibrations exchanging. How was this happening?
His PENTHOUSE and the SPIRAL Staircase…for some reason
TRISTAN continued to carry GABRIELLA over his shoulder fireman style and with that footnote…..their lovemaking began…always with the spiral stairs up to the penthouse loft high above NYC views and TANTRA…
Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 