The Thought Of You Novels & Stories

I am thinking: oh. I am thinking: so this is what it is. To be continued...

Somewhere in the haze, I felt someone drag me–force me into something narrow. Whitney's voice came faintly, "Just a low-level clerk delivering files. And she dares to threaten me." When I woke up, everything was pitch black. From outside, I could faintly hear the host's voice. "Please welcome our chairman to the stage." They called again. And again. The crowd began to stir. "The chairman has never missed an event like this. Did something happen?" "We saw her last night. Where could she be?" I tried to move.

I thought: that is the specific and particular thing that tonight is. I thought: and tomorrow. I thought: tomorrow you find the words. I thought: and when you find them you say them. I thought: and you say them looking at her. I thought: not through a door. I stood. The light was still on under the door. I thought about her awake on the other side of it.

But I just sit there, lost in thought. ################

(RORY’S POV) ME: Tell me the things you think of when you think of me. BESTIE: You want to know? ME: I want to know everything. BESTIE: I think of your mouth. The way it felt when I sucked your lips. BESTIE: I think of your hands. The way they gripped my back when you came. BESTIE: I think of your voice. The way you said my name when you couldn't hold it in anymore. BESTIE: And then I take myself in my hand and I think of you until I can't think at all.

"So you are thinking about me!" "You're constantly on my damn mind," he growled, sounding almost pained. "I can't escape you, no matter what I do. Your image is seared into my brain, printed on the backs of my eyelids. Our memories haunt me, stealing me away from myself at every turn." He exhaled heavily, as if suddenly overwhelmed. "Not even burying myself in work can fill the void you left inside me when you walked away."

She really did believe that life could be that simple and carefree. If only she hadn’t left all those years ago. It was a regret that came back to her every time, repeatedly, like a taunt, a mockery of her situation. She would think of this each time she was on the verge of giving up. At this point, it was like an automatic thought, a pessimistic way of reminding herself of how much of an idiot she had been. ‘The consequences of my actions, right?’ she thought wryly. *** Camille didn’t know how she managed to get through the rest of the day, but for some reason, she did.

The memory of Kimberly answering the door in his robe burned into her mind. “It was nothing. I was mistaken.” “About what?” Narrowing her eyes, she leaned toward him. “About you. About the misguided notion that there might be a heart in that shell, you call a body. And the ridiculous idea that perhaps that heart might be noble.” The words poured from her before she could stop them. “About the ludicrous thought that maybe we might have shared more than a would-be fling.” His mouth thinned into a line, and his eyes darkened, but he took his time before responding.

"I don't believe you" "You can choose to think whatever it is that you want, that is the truth. I don't know why I did it but when I saw those shirts, I only thought of you, and since we didn't get shy wedding gifts I don't know, I added a note but you know what forget it, I am just a whore so throw it out, I don't think I care that much, alright?"

He is definitely thinking something. "You...just you.." He said and brought his face closer to mine until both of our noses touched. "Just how mesmerizing you would look when I'm deep inside you and sending you off the edge of your climax..Shit ! The thought itself drives me crazy" He said and I gasped at the bold remarks of his thoughts.