The Lovers: A Collection of Short Stories

By Steve Dreben

An eclectic collection of stories that range from the innocent to the erotic. Stories include: Montana Woman, The Lovers [Images of Rodan], Daughter, The Trip, Waiting for Omar, The Mirror, The Pigeon, Texas Pampered, Loving Accommodation, Speaking with Indians, Lost.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Steve Dreben
• Release date: Jul 19, 2011
• ISBN: 9781604144109

Steve Dreben

Author Steve Dreben graduated from the University of Illinois, as well as The London International Television and Film School where he received honors and various awards during his Master’s Program.Steve majored in Logic/Philosophy/Science at the University of Illinois, and directing, editing and writing while in London, England. He has written twelve original screenplays, two teleplays, one play, two children’s books and a recently published novel, “Compromised Positions.” The author has won the International Cine Golden Eagle Award as well as the American Documentary Film New York Festival Award for Huichol: People of the Peyote.Aside from being a writer, Steve is an independent businessman and a Horticulturist. He works substantially in the financial industry and in mortgage banking.Steve’s a family man with three children, two of whom are college graduates and one is in the twelfth grade.This author has won both of his prestigious awards through practical experiences and his eyes see deeply into character shattering most of the usual screens. His personal philosophy supports a populist view and he’s proud of being a progressive environmentalist who balances ideas before he votes them. Steve works each day in a practical world while interacting with many people and making his voice heard. In a society of many ‘blind faiths,’ he tries to open the box, or separate the ‘iron vice’ of conformity in order to let truth enter when and wherever possible.

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The Lovers

A Collection of Short Stories

Steven R. Dreben

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The Lovers

[Images of Rodan]

She laid there her legs softly up screening her damp figure, her lower concave torso perfect from her belly down. I stared at her as if she were ‘image of woman’ a stature, a shadowed sweated image of beauty, too absolute for any eyes to envelope … something not quite real. I watched her glisten against the interspaced shadows in the room from the well-placed table lamps which seemed to encourage and enhance the upper tanned beauty of her soft natural bronze skin with sweat pellets bubbling around her nipples pushing against the goose bumps and the dark rhythm of the twisting room shadows. I sat quite naked in the dark leather chair across from her, my toned breathing and hers the only sound in the room, drowning and muting all else.

Tanya’s face gradually rose towards the upper part of the rosewood window, where the full night’s moon projected through the dusted light within the room. I waited as her long fingers, superbly shaped fingers, moved her gleaming black hair back from her sweaty forehead, back across her head and temple to the ends of her elegant neck slightly above where her hair-line ended. She jilted her long neck to one side as a ballet dancer does when ending an exquisite performance. I watched taking in her naked elbows and the almost perfect angle they formed at the end of her neck, which she tenderly rubbed with fingers and nails against her tightened and shinny muscles.

For seconds she glanced over toward me, my legs up and full groin open to view. She smiled with no questions about who we were to each other or how we felt, or the truly absorbed impacted connection lovers sometimes allow between souls. One could feel the sense of the room, one could smell the vibrant dampness, hours of eternal touching loving, every bit of each other, taking each sacred body part into our very souls with no compromise of feeling or expression … lovers at the deepest possible levels, no blockage just pure fleshy assault on emotions.

We stared at each other, her brown eyes peering so penetrating into mine, and I dove right into her; into her eyes and richness of heart, every silent stare revealed a loving connection. Yes indeed we were a solemn part of each separate bodies dream-space, each feeling a magnificent magnetic draw … draw without walls … For months on a continuous basis we had been building our rapturous coitus nothing to slow it down, two figures, two trains racing side by side to be trans-engulfed in the same lingering precious space. Her lips seemed to fatten to my stare. We could take each other in like wild black birds swallowing a cache of fresh worms. There was the continuous site of each other, her full rippling skin engulfing to view, more exciting to touch, to sense and touch again and again.

He lay next to me, leg and thigh against my body, cold sweat dancing at the edges of his hard and stretched skin. At first, it was only our fingers that touched and those fingers moved across the upper leg and thigh muscles slowly, very slowly. Our bodies listlessly close together, so close that hearts could be heard pounding in the night’s stillness. A small lamp in the corner of the room cast its odd shadows on and over our dusted glistening skins. I watched his feet as his toes fell against mine pushing into me, soothing my feet with their soft and quite tender rubbing. I looked over at him gaped into his dark green eyes, my lens searching the dark pools around his pupils … delving deeper and deeper within him. I watched as his muscular arm and elbow moved across my body to my right ear and lower lobe. His fingers petting and pre-molding sensations through me, feelings moving like rushing streams directly through his finger tips to the soft tissue behind my ear … oh yes. He stayed there touching me gently, caressing me openly, lovingly so the heating up energies of his warmth shot within me, from behind the ear and the upper neck electrically to the beating heart. His fingers mixed into my very blood, stirring that blood rhythmically like shock waves through the arteries. I felt him at the entrance of my pounding and swelling heart.

For seconds I felt his body slowly pass over me, like a shifting cloud. So close was his pass that I could feel the head of his penis drag lightly across my stomach. Every part of our bodies, our torsos seemed so familiar. Had we been here before in this way? Did you sense the air between us … the hot spaces shared between body cores? Yes dear one, I deeply feel every move you make, all of your touching … touching everywhere …

His heated body began to wrap itself around me, first his hand in the small of my back pushing me gently upward as if dancing a tango moving a lovers body even closer to his rounded snake like structure, twisted around me and so close, winding everywhere, wrapping around me as a Python does with its prey.

From the arches to the shin from the inside calf to the inside thigh he weaved his soft tongue pressing the outside flesh to the inside … pressing and touching like a large forked split tongued Cobra moving around me, moving his sweaty torso around my tightened body skin. His maneuvering was slithering serpentine twisting to the lower portion of my inner thighs, constantly moving around me.

My body pulsated in heated contortion in a searing upheaval to his tender fingertips and nearly flattened yet darting tongue. Finally, his gentle and soft fingers rubbed the glistening wetness of the lower lips of my vaginal dermis, and then his tongue pushed inside, deeply inside warming me further.

Deeper, deeper I implored him, push yourself further inside me … further …! Yes, my love, I cannot love you more than I will, my tongue and lips are one with yours, my mouth only there to touch inside you, to feel the super heated flow of your excited tissues … oh, yes, indeed!

And so he opened me like a wetted clam, he held both thighs in his hands and he moved his tongue and lips to every available part of me … so gently. Hovering on the central tissues of the clitoris he brought me to climax again and again … I so wanted him deeply inside me. I called to him groaning for more and more … and even then, he kept the tip of his tongue right atop the organ pushing around the inside and outside of it, bringing so many pleasures seldom known. He was the only lover in my life who could bring me this far in the sensual realm, in this pleasure dome. Lost was I in his full loving as his tongue once again skated across the fully blooded lips of my moist vagina.

As he moved up my lower torso once again his snaky body entwined me pushing the limits of excited skin, and the expansion of nipples, feeling his serpents tongue work its way to the lower edges of my tightened nipples reaching the shivering bumps, caressing them over and over again. Do you feel me against you? Can you feel my blood pulsating against you … feel me fully erect … not yet penetrating against your lips?

Yes, yes your rigid muscle is hard against me, pressing as did your tongue, yet in such an opposite way. I enjoyed feeling him, his strong erection pressed against me, half against the walls. I tried to fully bring him inside me but he remained only around the wet exterior feeling inside me without fully entering, the head just against my clitoris or resting against the smooth dermal flesh. The unlimited pleasure of these exploded feelings were taking me to impassioned places I could never have imagined … never … He then put his lips against my neck, his sweated body pushing against the lower parts of my body … lips, thighs, and hips, and the fleshy part of the vaginal lips … so responsive. One could deeply feel his rhythms, the quickened beating of his heart, the hard and continuous driving energy, and the pulsing of his penal veins against the wetted lips of my vastly heated vaginal muscles. And then his mouth pressing against my mouth … his tongue into my open lips … the inside walls of all areas exploded as he drove and continued thrusting inside me, and I groaned as his expanding penis stiffened and swelled again and again inside me … intertwined against the soft walls and tense inner flesh.

We wrapped each others over-heated and yet cooling bodies. Our flesh seemed to call ‘closer’ and so we got there feeling all the beating and rhythmic sensations … moving to a beat that only two hearts could integrate or imitate. It was the wrapping, our bodies wrapped up together/together again. She clasped her hands against my buttocks squeezing hard, her nails digging in a forceful but gentle way as I pressed in a continual beat inside her. I could deeply feel her gyrations; feel the mad and spirited drummers sweating profusely against the core rhythms of her earth-bound body pounding through as her sweat glands glistened, cleansing themselves over and over … over and over.

Do you feel how submerged we are together my love, can you understand what I’m pouring into you from everywhere, can you really hear what I’m saying to you … do you feel our natural love?

Oh … yes … Oh, yes … the heat … the heat makes it hard to breath and yet I keep falling into it … keep pulling around you, closing around you … pulling you further and further into me …

As we closed on each other and pushed our mouths, tongues, and lips deeper-deeper our wrapped bodies began to fend and pre-release feelings of expanding energies … as yet unknown to me … I was as much one with her as I could ever be with another human could ever be. Can you imagine that? Can you, my dear, ever imagine being closer than we are now, could you dream a closer dream, could you in any way feel any more intimate, or am I delusional in my own soaked sweat?

No, no … I could never imagine closer beings, never closer ever … never felt such coital energies … I’m immersed in it, in you my love, never have I felt these high energies, so deeply compelling so one connecting … never!

… And so we continued our driving tempo and we dove deeper and deeper into the flesh, as she quickly shifted me and rolled atop my super stiffened body. She pulled me inside her again and again clamping her vaginal inner muscles around my erected flesh, moving forward and boldly on me lifting to her knees in a powerful forward rolling motion. And so I picked up certain sensations in her motion, on those motions, she wove for me so freely her mouth, lips, and tongue full against mine as the many movements of her body began pulsing towards multiple climaxes. Then she sped up creating circles in the motions rocking forward and backward against me bringing the ultimate energies together, as a wave cresting and then pounding against a high boulder strewn shore. At that point our bodies reached upward against each other, seemingly calling for climax against heated weaving and the upheaval of primal emotions such bodily intensive motions, and so the dance was ever reaching its maximum crescendo.

The moon hid behind sweeping dense clouds, and great darkness descended around us, except for two candles placed in corners of the room. Fascinating how these flickering candle shadows fell around our glistening bodies.