Sunday, 12 September 2021

BUT THAT WAS BEFORE LOVE DIED

 

We walked together in the spring

When our love was a new thing

And the cherry trees were in blossom

And we thought life was awesome

Our hearts were so full we sighed

But that was before love died

 

In the summer we walked together

In the fine and sunny weather

Through fields of golden corn

When we parted we were forlorn

We felt a burning passion deep inside

But that was before love died

 

In the autumn we walked abroad

And our hearts were of one accord

We wandered thought the golden gown

And nothing could ever get us down

We felt as one when side by side

But that was before love died

 

When winters chill fell upon the land

We still walked together hand in hand

We played in the snow like children

Making snow angels again and again

I even asked her to be my bride

But that was before love died

 

We had walked hand in hand

As a life together we planned

We sat beneath a leafy oak

As of true love we spoke

We loved laughed and cried

But that was before love died

 

Now I walk alone in the familiar places

Where we enjoyed our fond embraces

Where we kissed and spoke of tomorrow

Places that now bring me only sorrow

Her love made me feel alive inside

But that was before love died

LOVE HAIKU # 3

 

Wondrous chemistry,

electricity crackling,

when boy meets a girl

Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (81) Assisted at the Claremont Hotel

Shallowfield sat on the southern edge of the Finchbottom Vale and was bordered on the other side by the Dancingdean forest and the town’s fortunes had always relied largely upon forestry and agriculture for its survival.

In the post war years with rationing and a shortage of work a lot of people moved away from the area and it only just survived and the community around Teardrop Lake fared even worse.

Only a few of the houses around the Lake were thriving, a lot of the houses had been rented out and those that hadn’t were in a poor state of repair, some too such an extent they were little more than ruins.

But by the 70s however things were beginning to change, thanks mainly to tourism as a result of an increase in leisure time.

This trend was reflected by the fact that the previously derelict Shallowfield Lodge, which had been inherited by a young couple from Lincolnshire, Rob and Sheryl Brown, was being turned into a Hotel.

From then on Shallowfield went from strength to strength which was echoed by the fortunes of the Claremont Hotel.

It was once the home of a wealthy Downshire family but like so many similar great houses in the county it fell into disuse as the fortunes of the owners suffered after the Great War.

It had had many reincarnations since then, particularly in the years between the wars and had been used for many things over the post war years but it wasn’t until the 60s that it became The Claremont Hotel.

However things had got tough in the Hotel trade with the success of Travelodge, Premier Inn and Holiday Inn Express and so places like the Claremont needed to offer something extra to attract the guests.

 

In the early summer a new manager was appointed, Matthew Millward, and he was an instant hit with the locals because he was young, tall, dark and handsome, physically fit, well-toned and had a reputation as a fair minded guy, which had very much preceded him.

He was 28 years old and his father owned the Millward Manor chain of hotels and he was grooming him to one day take over the reins of his worldwide hotel empire, the problem was that Matt had no head for business and he felt that he was more of an artistic soul.

Which could possibly have been ignored but for the fact that he had broken off his engagement with the granddaughter of his father’s oldest friend.

However that in itself wasn’t what had him exiled, it was Elaine’s attempted suicide, not that his action had caused her mental meltdown, it was rather more her mental instability being the deciding factor that forced him to end the engagement.

So it was decided to send Matt to the Claremont Hotel where he could do no real harm until the dust settled.

When he first found out he was being sent to Shallowfield, Matt was very unhappy, he was a city boy, born and bred, and he viewed being sent to the country as purgatory, but no one was more surprised than he was when he found that he actually loved it, it was a beautiful place, it was quiet and the air was clean and he felt immediately at home.

 

When he first found out he was being sent to Shallowfield Matt was very unhappy, he was a city boy, born and bred, and he viewed being sent to the country as purgatory, but no one was more surprised than he was when he found that he actually loved it, it was a beautiful place, it was quiet and the air was clean and he felt immediately at home.

After the broken engagement and the resulting fall out Matthew Millward decided that he would not under any circumstances get himself romantically entangled while he was on punishment duty.

But there is a very apt saying which goes “never on your own doorstep” which he had clearly never heard because on his first day he fell head over heels for the Hospitality Manager, Sarah Poole, although in his defence the feeling was mutual.

Although apart from two very passionate kisses, the first initiated by her and the second by him, and the fact they were hopelessly in love with each other nothing else happened.

 

She was five foot eight with short red hair, in a pixie cut, mesmerizing green eyes and a cute figure with curves in all the right places and long slender legs.

Sarah was 26 years old and wasn’t looking for a relationship either because she was married, albeit to an alcoholic who hadn’t had shown her any marital attention for two years but she was still married to him nonetheless.

Sarah had worked at the hotel for since she left school, five years in  housekeeping, five more in hospitality, and for two of those as Manager and she loved her job.

 

Despite the fact that Matthew was sent to the Claremont as a punishment and possessed no head for business he surprised his father as well as himself by doing a very acceptable job of managing the hotel and had grown the corporate side of the business and it was becoming a very popular venue for functions. 

This was as a result in no small measure to his decision to promote the former Hospitality Manager Sarah Poole.

This was after Martin Tyrer tendered his resignation, he had been a loyal employee of the Millward Manor group for ten years and had been the Assistant Manager at the Claremont for 5 of those and when the Manager’s vacancy came up he believed he was a shoe in for the job.

So when Matthew Millward was parachuted in over his head it was just too much for him to take.

It left Matthew in a very difficult position as he needed someone who knew the place inside out and Sarah Poole was the only person that really fitted the bill so he offered her the job.

“If you’re only promoting me because we’ve kissed a couple of times then I don’t want it” she said

“I want you because you know the hotel and the staff and you’ll be a first rate assistant manager” he said “so are you going to take it?”

“Yes” she said

“Good” Matthew said

On her way out of his office she paused by the door and said

“There is one condition though”

“What’s that?” he asked

“That kissing isn’t absolutely off the menu” Sarah said flirtatiously 

“No problem” Matthew agreed

 

On her first day as assistant manager Sarah Poole had substituted her uniform of dark blue skirt and jacket and was wearing a turquoise green suit, a crisp white blouse and black opaque tights, but the most noticeable thing she was wearing was an accessory, namely a smile.

She was very proud to have been promoted and the majority of the staff were pleased for her, although one or two put it down to her being rewarded for services rendered.

 

Matthew was feeling rather pleased with himself for persuading her although it was for purely selfish reasons.

Having Sarah as assistant manager, who was not only hard working and diligent but could also handle the guests very well, meant he could comfortably leave her in charge while he was doing what he did best, letting other people get on with it.

He certainly had no intention of marring Sarah’s first day in the job he wanted her to enjoy her moment.

So it was late in the day before they had a moment together which was in his office

“Damn” she exclaimed

“What’s up?” he asked

“I’ve ruined my tights, and they were new on today” she replied

“Well you do realise that as assistant manager you get a clothing allowance” he said

“Really” Sarah Poole said “Sweet”

And that was the full extent of their conversation and there was no congratulatory kiss, even though they both wanted one.

 

They did have another conversation the next morning which came after Matt had overheard two of the kitchen staff discussing what he and Sarah were probably getting up to so when they met in his office he said

“I don’t think, however much we might enjoy it, that we should indulge ourselves, in regard to kissing”

“I agree” she said

“Good”

But truthfully not having a snog was the last thing either of them wanted to do.

 

Matthews father was particularly pleased with him, there had been no reported mishaps and he had turned around the fortunes of the hotel, and so he invited him up to Abbottsford for the weekend for a celebratory meal but as he was conscious that his success was due more to Sarah Poole’s efforts than his own he dragged her along as well.

 

They spent a fairly uneventful day together and the meal went without a hitch however the pledge they made when she first began as his assistant, which was made in the cold light of day and complete sobriety, seemed but a distant memory and they both hoped, unlikely to hold.

The likelihood of the pledge being broken was made all the more likely because by midnight Sarah was well and truly oiled with the best part of a bottle of wine and there was a glint in her eye and a fire in her loins which was reaching boiling point.

So as they stood by the lift Sarah and Matthew looked at each other lasciviously.

“I think I should escort you to your room Ms Poole” he suggested gallantly

“I would be very grateful if you would Mr Millward” Sarah echoed

“How grateful exactly?” he asked

“You’ll find out as soon as we get upstairs” Sarah slurred and pressed floor 9, then Matthew pressed 3, which was the floor they actually wanted.

 

The doors closed just in time to prevent a rather oily looking man in an expensive suit from joining them, and the moment the doors closed Sarah pinned him in the corner and thrust her tongue in his mouth.

Then with a “ping” the door opened again to reveal an elderly couple, so Sarah resumed her position beside him and wiped her mouth on her sleeve.

The couple entered the lift and stood in front of them as the doors closed again and she held his hand as the lift slowly ascended continuing its journey, first to the 9th floor then back down to 3, by which time she had her head on his shoulder.

 

When they had exited the lift they walked very slowly to her room and his mind was in turmoil because he desperately wanted her, she was all he thought of, but he didn’t want a drunken shag, so once they reached her room she looked up at him and said

“You’re not coming in are you?”

“No honey” he confessed

“Why?” she said “I thought you wanted me as much as I want you”

“I do want you” he replied “I want you very much, which is why I can’t come in”

“Trust me to fall for a gentleman” she said and smiled

“I’m sorry” he said

“But you do want me?” she asked “Just to be clear”

Matt did want her but he knew he couldn’t really have her while she was still married, and he knew that as much as she wanted him in that moment she would regret it in the morning.

“Yes I do” Matt said “I think of nothing else, you are the first thing I think of in the morning and the last one I think of at night”

“Ok I believe you” she said and she loved him all the more for his chivalry then she added “But at the very least I should get a kiss”

“My pleasure” he replied and kissed her


LOVE HAIKU # 4

 

The science of love,

physics meets biology,

when boy meets a girl

I WATCHED A SNOW FLAKE MELT

We step through the door

To enjoy the seasonal fare

Chestnuts roasting in the fire

The smell of cinnamon is in the air

I watched a snow flake melt

On her glistening auburn hair

As we held hands in the soft light

Of the Christmas candle glow

Then I gave her a little parcel

Tied up in ribbon with a bow

And I kissed my first love

Beneath a sprig of mistletoe

DO I LOVE YOU?

 

Do I love you?

How could I not

When I touch you

My heart beats as yours

You are the one

My other self

My virtual twin

When I breathe out

You breathe in

You are the other half of me

That makes me whole

We fit each other

Like machine cut pieces

In a puzzle of love

When I hold you

The edges of our forms blur

And we are one being

We are symbiotic

Hearts beating as one

Thinking each others thoughts

Speaking each others words

Sharing the same shadow

When I hold your hand

Our fingers merge

And become indistinguishable

We are conjoined

Do I love you?

You know I do

I always have

And always will

What else can a soul mate do?

Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (80) It Started with a Kiss

 

Carole Bean went to the University of Downshire where she studied English at Abbottsford and it was for her, like many girls of her age, a life defining time.

She was in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls

Amy Coates, a tall big busted girl, Alison Holmes, a skinny girl with a bad case of OCD and Claire Jarvis a quiet busty brunette.

All four of the girls were studying English in one form or another and apart from their studies they also had in common the fact they were all natives of the Finchbottom Vale.

Claire was from Purplemere, Carole from Childean, Alison from   Finchbottom and Amy from Shallowfield.

The friendship that resulted from, on the face of it, 4 very different characters coming together, lasted for their lifetimes and as they got on so well the four of them decided very early on to rent a house between them for the second and third years.

However of all the girls, Carole found herself drawn most to Claire Jarvis.

The fact that the two of them had more lectures and seminars together than the other two partly aided their closeness but it was mainly because they got each other, they shared a sense of humour as well as having similar tastes in music, a love of pizza and old romantic comedies.

But what really drew them together in her first year was something that would define her world and shake her to the core.

It happened during the Easter Holiday of their first year when Carole returned to the flat to discover Claire laying naked on the sofa and Carole couldn’t take her eyes off of her and when Claire discovered that she had an audience Carole couldn’t keep her hands off her either and they made love for the first time.

Allthough neither of them could fully come to terms with the fact that they might be gay it didn’t prevent them from adding to their lesbian experiences throughout their University years and the fact that they were in love but unsure of their true sexuality they still kept a foot in both camps by dating men as well but when it came down to the love making they still prefered each other.

 

But after they graduated University they both ended up marrying men and had to content themselves with being friends instead of lovers.

Because two years after she graduated Carole Bean fell head over heels in love with Stewart Simpson and they married a year later.

They were very happy together and it was a good marriage they didn’t have children, but they never had plans for that, and it was unlikely to change in the immediate future so everything in the garden was lovely the only fly in the ointment was the lack of fulfilment in the bedroom.

 

Carole’s problem was that she had a very low sex drive and was therefore quite content with only having sex on high days and holidays but for her husband Stewart the reverse was true, he would have liked to be doing it with his wife all the time.

It wasn’t that the sex was unpleasant or totally unfulfilling it was just that he wasn’t a woman and more to the point he wasn’t Claire.

 

The same year that Carole married Stewart, Claire married her cousin James Tebb although their union was not a love match it was one of convenience and the marriage was never consummated as James was very, very gay.

The disposition of Claire’s heart was, as it always had been since she was 18, because her one and only love was Carole.

 

Ever since they graduated Carole and Claire had remained the best of friends but no more than that and other than a peck on the cheek there was no physicality, that was until they were 25 and attending the wedding of their former house mate Alison Holmes to her long time lover Eric Jespersen.

It was late on in the evening after the bride and groom had left, Claire was on her own as her sham husband was in New York with his boyfriend and she and Carole were outside on the terrace getting some air while Stewart had gone off to the loo.

They had both had a lot of wine and were laughing and joking but suddenly and without warning Claire planted her mouth over Carole’s and invaded her mouth with her tongue and Carole responded in kind and it was just like the first time.

But as the familiar fire began to ignite her loins she came to her senses and broke away. 

“No” Carole said “We cant”

“But you were enjoying it” Claire said

“I know” she said “which is presicely why we mustn’t”

“No” Claire retorted angrily “that’s precisely why we should”

Carole shook her head and walked away and Claire shouted after her

“I’ve missed you Carole and I’ve missed your touch”

Carole paused by the door and responded

“And I’ve missed yours”

 

Carole went back inside to find Stewart while Claire stayed on the terrace and cried.

Carole really enjoyed the kiss and she wanted it as much as Claire but she had drawn a line underneath that part of her life.

But the fire that Claire lit inside her during that special kiss had to be quenched by her husband Stewart who was only too pleased to oblige her.

 

In the days that followed the kiss on the terrace Carole had numerous missed calls and texts from Claire which she chose to ignore, although in truth she was desperate to see her but she knew if she did she would weaken.

But on Wednesday morning Carole got a text message that she just couldnt ignore. 

The message just read “This is for you”

And when she opened the attachment she went weak at the knees as she looked at the selfie image of Claire wearing a seethrough nightie and everything that she had regularly enjoyed was on full display and the fire in her loins returned.

 

Carole opened the attachment and she went weak at the knees as she looked at the selfie image of Claire wearing a seethrough nightie and everything that she had regularly enjoyed was on full display and the fire in her loins returned.

Carole studied the image as she decided how to word her reply.

Ten minutes after opening the attachment she typed her reply  

“I want to see more”

She was hoping that her message would prompt further attachments of salacious pictures of Claire but instead she just received another text which read.

“Come to the house at 7 and you will”

 

Carole looked gorgeous when she left the house and for just a moment Stewart wondered if she was dressed up for the benefit of someone else, but he dismissed the thought almost as soon as it entered his mind.

After all Carole had a very low sex drive and didn’t really like sex that much.

And of course he was right, Carol was not seeing another man, there was no point, she had a man, a good man, a kind and loving man who she loved very much and making love with him was very good, she certainly couldn’t do any better elsewhere.

Carole had discovered while at University, at the hand of Claire Jarvis that she liked her bread buttered on the other side and so it was with lustful thoughts that Carole drove from Childean to Purplemere.

 

It was a beautiful summer evening and the scent of jasmine and honeysuckle was everywhere, drifting on the evening breeze, filling Carole’s nostrils and catching in her dry throat, which was dry from nerves.
There were drinks on the patio table so she picked one up and the ice in the glass chinked out a melody.

 

Through the open French window, the sun streamed into the room, spreading across Claire’s semi recumbent form, bathing her pale porcelain skin in its yellow glow and Carole was as hot as the sun.

She looked on with delight at Claire’s perfect sensual beauty and as she marvelled at the sight her loins filled afresh with lust and an unquenchable desire forged of steel and fire as her hungry eyes consumed her glorious treasures and she felt no shame at the beholding of her, the roundness of her breasts and the curves of her hips.
Carole stepped in through the French doors and slipped of her little black dress. 

Claire looked up at her with beguiling eyes and Carole knelt beside the couch that her goddess was draped upon and then she covered her smooth silken skin with kisses, kisses that Claire had not felt for three long years.

And from that night on she led a double life, dutiful wife to husband Stewart except for two nights a week when she was Claire’s lesbian lover.