Meant To Be: The Violinist's Tale

Two months later she finds herself wondering, “Now what?" As she says it under her breath and then sighs.She had already started picking up her violin again and drawing. People had begun to take notice when she posted a couple sketches on her social media account. From there, she found herself with a handful of commissions from wealthy patrons. As it turns out, people really like painted portraits of their dead pets and loved ones to keep close to them. Realizing that she had found a niche she filled well, she made several thousand dollars on just a few commissions. It didn't take long for her schedule to start getting booked up. After all, people like to talk, and word of mouth is the best way to drum up business. However, playing the violin had always been in the background. When she was younger, she had even won several awards nationally that gained her recognition in the musical world. The problem was that just as she was becoming well known, she had a bad car accident t

Feeling his hand take mine, we leave together. When we get to my car, he leans close and kisses me again, but then quickly says, “I will follow you back to your house.” With so much promise in his voice. Even though I have this strange feeling that I am about to go down a path I will never be able to come back from, I smile and say, “Alright.” Because Sam doesn’t seem to be the type of man who would have a casual one-night stand with anyone. Like he said, “He loved his wife till the day she gave him his divorce papers.”I get the feeling if we enter a relationship, this time will be our last. And honestly, I don’t know if that is what I want or not, but those eyes. When I stare into them, I can’t say no. Not even once. Besides, why would I want to?After I get in and shut the door, he walks back to his old beat-up pickup truck. I only know this, because the whole way to his truck, I can’t keep my eyes off his body. It excites me in ways I never thought possible and when he h

“Hey, so I was thinking. Since you are coming away with me this weekend, would you mind terribly if we had to share the bedroom? I didn’t think about that till a bit ago, unfortunately. I had figured that since I had to call this morning to make sure we were still on for tonight, that I had better check before we get all the way up there. It’s a tiny cabin with only a bedroom, a small kitchenette/ living room, and a bathroom, so there isn’t room for anything else I’m afraid. But there is one thing it does have, a fireplace.” He says while sounding extremely excited.“Sure. I don’t have a problem with that at all.” The minute I say it, I feel like I am about to jump out of my skin with anticipation. That means I will be sleeping in his arms, and it couldn’t have come at a better time. All last night I dreamt about him as I tossed and turned. Now, I am so horny that every time something rubs against my clit, I ache, and it begins throbbing. It brings great comfort and exciteme

“Baby, I can’t wait anymore. If I do, I may explode in my pants. After all, you have no idea what you do to me just by being in the same room.” He whispers in my ear while fumbling with the top buttons on my silk blouse. While I run my hands through his tangled hair, I feel his hands slip under my blouse. Smelling the scent of his skin, I take in a deep breath right before he pulls it over my head. As I do, I get a whiff of Cinnamon and Spice Cologne. It’s amazing, but it fuels my desire even more than I thought possible. Then the minute after he pulls the blouse off and throws it across the room, I moan as his lips travel all over the sensitive skin just above the fabric of my lace bra. When he reaches behind me to unclasp it, I get the sense that he nearly decides to just rip it off. Crying out from frustration, “Ughh.” He yells as I feel the clasp release and then it falls to the floor after I untangle my hands from his hair. He takes a breast in each hand. With one, he

After kissing me softly on the lips, he walks to his car. As I watch him drive away, all I can think about is the sound of his voice when he says, “I love you.”“Oh, my goodness!” Destiny exclaims when I tell her about my weekend.She seems overjoyed to hear every juicy detail about how we never once left the cabin at any time. How we laid in each other’s arms on the bear skin rug in front of the roaring fire, and how it felt when he told me several times that he loved me. “It was amazing. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.” I say before my voice trails off, while thinking about how his body felt on top of mine.“He’s something alright.” She remarks and for some reason when she says it, it sounds more sarcastic than not.Hesitating, I start to wonder what she meant by it, so I ask, “What’s wrong?” Before I regret even saying anything.“Well, I don’t want you getting hurt. That’s all. A man like that instantly falling in love, all the signs point to something else. He is either