Longings for Forbidden Desires

Sophie felt much better after spending time with her mother. She really enjoyed these moments, but their busy schedules meant they could meet only rarely.

Certainly! James also played a significant role in lifting her mood. He worked diligently to improve her condition in recent days.

Ever since Gabriel ceased communicating with Soohie, a quiet void settled within her.

The once vibrant exchanges now echo as silent memories, leaving her heart yearning for the warmth of connection.

It was the hour when shadows stretched, and the world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the night to unfold.

Sophie stood on the balcony, her dress billowed around her, its fabric catching the last rays of sunlight. She tilted her head back, watching as the sky transformed.

Her gaze fixed on the moon, now a delicate crescent. Gabriel's absence weighed on her heart. She wondered if Gabriel would also be looking at the same moon?

Today, she didn't feel angry or sad when she thought about Gabriel. Instead, a sudden shiver ran through her body. Those intimate words they had shared, echoed in her mind.

Sophie found herself longing for the moments when she and Gabriel conversed late into the night.

Their discussions spanned a countless number of topics, and slowly, an unfamiliar attraction blossomed within her.

Gradually all those things started happening which should not have happened.

Over time, Sophie found herself falling for Gabriel. She longed for his touch, a hunger that filled her. But there was no chance they'd meet in person.

Gabriel had made it clear they could never see each other and Sophie reluctantly accepted this harsh reality.

Despite the physical distance, their late-night phone calls wove a cocoon of intimacy, a world where their voices danced, secrets whispered, and emotions bloomed.

Initially, Gabriel skirted the edges of intimacy like a cautious traveler exploring an uncharted land. His words were veiled, his sentences wrapped in layers of hesitation.

Sophie, on the other hand, yearned for more. She wanted Gabriel's words to soothe every inch of her body, embracing her like a gentle breeze.

Sophie had tried of indirect hints, But Gabriel, whether unknowingly or intentionally, remained oblivious.

The longing for Gabriel's touch had become an ache—a craving that consumed her waking hours.

One day she could not hide it any longer and decided to open up .

The phone line crackled, a fragile bridge between two souls yearning for more than mere words.

Sophie : "Gabriel.." Sophie said in a luscious voice.

Gabriel: "Hey, Sophie". He didn't say anything further.

Sophie: "Gabriel, I miss you" her voice was trembling .

Before Gabriel could form a single syllable in response, Sophie leaned into the phone, her voice a whispered confession:

"It's strange, isn't it? How we've never met, yet my heart aches for you. I feel your hands in the spaces between my breasts, in the quiet moments when the world fades away."

Gabriel was quiet, his silence a canvas painted with unspoken desires.

Sophie: "You want to know why I feel like this for you? Because I've never found anyone like you…. as if you've unraveled me and your words sliding under my skin, leaving trails of fire, a desire for oneness that consumes me." Sophie uttered the words between breaths, her voice slightly labored.

Sophie added further: "It's not just desire; it's a primal ache, an ache that keeps me awake at night, twisting in my sheets. I imagine your hands strong calloused exploring every inch of me."

Gabriel: "Sophie…" his voice strained.

Sophie: "And your mouth.... Gabriel. I've dreamt of it, those sinful lips grazing my neck, my collarbone. I want to lose myself in your kisses until time blurs, until we're suspended in breathlessness."

Gabriel: "Sophie, you should stop. I'm trying to resist, to be patient. But when you talk like this, it's a tempest inside me. You're the storm I can't outrun, we can't…"

Sophie cutting him off and said: "what …we can't meet yet..... I know. But what if we did? What if I showed up at your door, rain-soaked and desperate? Would you turn me away, Gabriel? Or would you pull me inside, hungry for the storm brewing between us?"

Gabriel: "Sophie, you're a tempest. I can't resist you, but I must. There are reasons—"

Sophie: "Reasons be damned Gabriel!!!" She screamed "I want to know how it feels when our bodies collide, when our souls merge. I want to hear your name on my lips, a prayer and a curse"

Their breaths synchronized, each inhale and exhale a silent plea, waiting for their fingertips to bridge the gap, to touch and ignite a fire that had smoldered for far too long.

After a while Gabriel whispered: "I've been avoiding this because I feared losing myself in you. But now…"

Sophie: "Now, what …. say it…"

Gabriel: "I yearn to explore every forbidden desire with you." he was breathing heavily as he said this.

Gabriel's voice barely reached Sophie's ears through the phone.

Sophie lay down, her body became a canvas of desire. She traced patterns on her own skin - the curve of her breast, the dip of her waist.

Her finger tip danced along her inner thighs and she imagined they were Gabriel's exploring.

...

As Sophie replayed their conversation today, she yearned for more. The gentle shiver that had traced her spine wasn't enough. She wanted to feel it again.

Her fingers brushed against her own skin, seeking solace. It was an intimate act, a desperate attempt to bridge the gap between memory and reality.

She imagined Gabriel's touch—the heat of his breath on the call, the hunger in his voice. But imagination fell short; it couldn't replicate the tangible ache she craved.

She squeezed her boobs slowly, rolling the nipple between finger and thumb, as the fingers of her other hand keep doing their work inbetween her inner thighs.

She kept on circling down there, rubbing, little circles and back and forth, slowly, teasingly.

Pleasure rised within her, filling her bit by bit.

Her fingers grazed the fabric of her satin trousers, and in that charged silence, she couldn't hold back. A single word escaped her lips : "Gabriel….".