The Life and Loves of Aaron James

By Keimpe Miedema

He elevates a woman’s fruitful thing to the shivery which engages them. Her sexual mother lode, looking him in the face, determines a strong center. It ends powerfully in those clean depths with her full quiver.
From an evolutionary standpoint, it’s been a while since the reproductive purpose of sex has been superseded by its socio- and psychological importance. Perhaps if we attune ourselves to this important fundamental we may regain the balance necessary to build a garden.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Keimpe Miedema
• Release date: Feb 8, 2014
• ISBN: 9780991486809

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The Life and Loves of

his adventures at the crossroads to Love and Desire

Keimpe Miedema

A~BeYouToFull~ publication

Copyright 2019 Keimpe Miedema

Yn Memoarje

K. Heida

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Rails stretched through the strong night like two running medallions; Aaron and Streicher were strapped to their silent crossing. They waited without headlights, a late moon opened the nightscape and indecision passed. They turned onto a service road running alongside the rails and Streicher accelerated swiftly as they dodged into the darkness. Aaron rode with his head through the sunroof in unfound purity, and freed from lights in the reflecting shadows, they sank quickly to a freedom past the road. Aaron gripped the edge of the roof, dying briefly for the touch of speed; Streicher’s voice was disembraced in the wind.

After a while speed settled to a steady monotony, indented pools of darkness swam through the nightscape and their vague edges fell away as the car jumped and landed in the moonlit road. It was a soothing crossing startled by unseen bridges made from railroad ties, and the river appeared at the end, flooding cleanly from the winter’s thaw. Streicher got back onto the highway to cross the river, the high river surge traveled loudly in the dim wind and they drove home up the river road.

Lailey was waiting for them, she looked at Streicher and her emotions parried against his loss of devotion. She gave Aaron a hug first, and though she diminished her sexual properties as she approached him, her unfaithful behavior was still a cut above daring.

The imminent structures of her body were informing Streicher of her inventory and her behavior was prompting him to react, she maintained a silence which punctured benevolence. Her face was moving from iron to mercury and held strong appetites licking at the corners of her mouth, she conveyed her affection for him and opened her body to athletic desires.

We were delayed, Streicher’s attitude reinforced a pensive mood and she muffled her disappointment, unhappiness migrated vaguely across her face. The bias of their ensemble focused on her; she reached for Streicher and he left her foundering. She pushed her rogue affections onto him and her lips sizzled for a kiss, the equine toss of her head forced him to reciprocate. Aaron listened to the murmurs lowing softly in her throat as she inhaled that kiss, and her exhalation relished its nourishment. It was a courageous policy, but her serious lover remained only a friend and the barriers he erected were perilous to love.

She gave Streicher a hug and her abdominal thrust was learned, let’s conclude that his body said yes. An elemental satisfaction shone from her face, be articulate, go ahead and ask why people are doing it, her hands were waist down and eliminating any slack between their bodies. Her face was wide with explanation and vigorous with desire, Streicher was humid with remembering the relics of their lovemaking.

Leafless trees looked like smoke against the evergreen and the minimizing cold blew sharply against their skin, its aerodynamic inlaid their emotions. Lailey stockpiled her body against him and directed him toward the door, an intermediate calm descended. She wore the criminal details of conspiracy on her face and put her arm through his, she maneuvered him inside. Confirmation and inducement fluctuated between them and Aaron followed them into the house. She looked over her shoulder at him and her natural generosity smiled.

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Jami was in disarray, a responsive chord placated her face when she saw who it was and she balanced her pride. Her line of vision caressed Aaron and her feelings drifted toward him, she handled him. She finalized beautiful emotions and linked their feelings to research she shared as she emerged from herself. She closed her books and opened a special avenue of communication to Aaron, I get so bored studying.

I prefer prophesy myself, Aaron refilled on her face in the momentum she bequeathed to him through the refreshing utility of a lackadaisical sensuality, and she resisted him, putting herself into a quandary as an evasive disruption orphaned her.

Lailey was far away and whispers of choice paralleled her touch, Streicher pushed her up the stairs. She looked at Aaron spontaneously and without motive as their exodus proceeded; they carried their private payload without mystique. Her desire looked soluble in the darkness and she employed a reaction cognizant of Aaron’s interest. That point of contact reassured Jami and congenial glances she scattered toward Aaron stole demurely between them when they were alone. Their finite horizon was impervious to all freedom and a capillary sexuality transmitted quietly from her lips as the sounds of their lovemaking upstairs descended like evolution.

You’d better sleep on the sofa, Jami apologized suddenly; her eyes were pampered with incentive and opened an intimate door for Aaron. He accepted her measure of love as she withdrew sensibly and sexual intrigue reminisced on her loquacious after burn

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The snow shoed morning stroked Aaron’s face when he went outside, an affectionate darkness across the lake placed a stand of pine on the point. Sunlight strafed the sanded road on the way to school and licked the fresh snow to the river’s edge; Aaron wrapped himself in the boxed warmth of the car and felt spring. The campus hovered midpoint on the curtailing winter, a soft chirrup of boots sounded on the charred walk behind him and he turned to watch Jami approach through the irradiating sun. He smiled, hi, and she touched his elbow as they filtered into the room.

Sandusky watched them from his seat, well, I’m glad to see you here, and they were put to the calm furtherance of education. Aaron’s wasted ears straddled the pitch of conversation, and he dodged loosely to Jami’s breast swell, conspiring to share her warm and sabled skin while soothing his idle eyes on their sensuous dimension, Aaron! Do you remember what you said last class, and his jarred reverie was incapable of memory.

Uh! No I can’t, the effortless reaction confused him.

Oh, that’s too bad, Sandusky was beleaguered, well I guess its time for a break anyway. He walked to the coffee stand in the corner of the room

You’re good, a tranquil, increased soul whispered humor from Jami.

I couldn’t think of a thing.

Yeah! Let’s go outside, they crossed the slate gray courtyard and looked over the snow-flecked wastes. Don’t you think it’s beautiful?

I think its nuts sometimes, the spring air was contagious and he shivered through his sweater where the sun’s warmth lay only on its surface.

That’s stupid.

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Aaron, could you stay a minute, Sandusky shuffled through his papers while everyone else left, the room was empty and Aaron waited. You’ve come up with some pretty interesting ideas, his residual voice lapsed as Aaron tendered resistance.

Well, art is merely the subjective interpretation of reality.

So, is that supposed to be a negative?

It was the procreation of half formed thought, well, as a consequence a certain percentage of art is a lie. Sandusky voided imagery and the tired death of mutual conspiracy in their conversation stopped him. He moved back toward sanctioned thought and began using casual clichés.

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Tenured spaces around the bar were all occupied and a romance of lights sparkled dimly from reflective surfaces. Aaron sat in the haze at the end of the bar watching Al mix drinks. Faint estuaries of tension relaxed along the corridor around the bar and he wrestled singly for his distilled place in the movement, Al came over. The lady on the other side of the bar says hello.

It was Jami, she waved and the smile tingling on her lips was partially hidden by the glass at her mouth. Aaron smiled back and moved through the crowd, she turned at his approach, well hello!

Aaron took her to his blood touched eyes, significance seasoned expectation and he touched the bar. Hi, the handled surface offered its support and Aaron twisted onto it, what a detour.

Yeah, her whispers took his circulating fevers and drew them to her; Aaron was squandered and frozen inarticulate.

What did Sandusky want, she waived conscious distinction.

Talk! You know, and Aaron removed the configurations of discretion, just me, he sat and listened.

Were you good?

I told him art was a lie, Aaron digressed along the integrity of her breasts and fell hard for the promise of their fullness.

Jami looked awry and parted her conjugal lips, why make trouble, she grabbed him with an affectionate hustle before turning to the bar and ducking her head?"

It was then Angel came, breaking into their conversation, and fitfully bordering their pristine intimacy, he eroded its integrity, hey!

Hi Angel, Jami used composure and Aaron realized their friendship was seedless and disappearing on small favors;

So what’s up!

Jami made no response, and traversing resistance, Aaron looked up to see Angel looking at him, his antagonism blinking unnoticed into sterility.They waited for him to leave, and as he moved off Aaron reconnected the disrupted tendrils of her affection. He swiveled back to look at her and nurtured the solvent crime of love, he calibrated the thought of bruised mornings spent under its marauding influence. Sandusky told me about a course he’s planning for this summer we’d be sensible to take, and he’d already capitulated, he wants us to go and create at the lake!

Create what?

He shrugged, anything we want.

Maybe I will; that man is so easy to fascinate. Aaron stalled at the quickening release of fingers she reached him with, hey, lets go to Linda’s, she has smoke. She lingered on his arm and Aaron shielded his gravely silted eyes from her.

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A small geyser of activity developed in the parking lot over the next few minutes and a challenge of flirtatious conversation began swelling up the hillside. The sudden influx of people released a hedonistic freedom into the air and their social tantrum was prescient of an explosive overcast. Angel was looking for trouble and envy flickered beneath the cuticle of their friendship. Aaron placated him, I think she’s still around, and then he was turning back and tapered toward aggression, don’t rob my finish with your soap opera.

Angel misrepresented a smile, dog shit is cheaper.

Jami came out and rescued them; her sweet antibodies fell like the elemental snow and softly bore their status down. She was faultlessly embarrassed and her lack of certainty tempted dissident reality, a particulate disposal to her eyes concentrated suddenly and sent an erudite flash of humor. Her eyes clung to them like parasites and she pivoted toward them as if by impulse, she fronted a genuine smile and proceeded uncertainly. She presented an act she was staging for Angel, I got you after me like some kind of bird dog. So tell me, she swung her tessellated hair against the furred collar of her coat and gulled them with quiet persuasion, why you stood me up? She looked at Angel with sure dispassion and his brisk reaction was chastened, the smile which lacerated her face left Aaron envious of the things she could feel. He produced a smile, which contemplated her face.

Angel confronted both of them, I thought things were looking up and you just take me out.

I would’ve stayed at any motel for you, she was temperamental and rapt with assessment, truculence evaporated from her face when she ultimately concentrated on Aaron. She was still alone and her vigorous reaction was decisive, the keystone to her smile rolled in Aaron’s direction and connected with the time consuming them. See, he’s real keen, she looked back at Angel and moved with soft, sure strokes.

Angel denied due process, he extolled a handsome beauty and the uptake to his expression as an assumed lover was embedded. His eyes were impregnated and looking at her, they drove her. Jami’s face whispered to him like curfew and the measurements she sent shadowed him, their proposals infamous with detail. Then he looked at Aaron and a cutting surf metaled his face, the hostility of his contemplation was a latent laser rising up to measure him.

So Jami secured him, he was so rotten you wouldn’t believe, and her smile threw a brief canopy over him. Its debut polarized them and her generous feelings incapacitated them, come on, lets blister out of here. Angel luxuriated against the car and turned on them ironically, there was more on his face than a disposition for sacrifice and his emotions blurred. Aaron joined her and she moved quietly, an ambiguous quality to people suddenly eased the vagary air.

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When they broke away Aaron looked straight up, thickening snow paled the sky. The snow muffled sledge of their boots fell with insulating regularity and the impacted noise softened feeling, they walked in bearable silence. Streetlights faded off the reflecting snow and structures alongside were almost blurred from view. It was an inhaling light and the snow expatriated them as they moved through its reassuring sterility between destinations.

The park lay past the shadow’s edge of light and inside this protected zone, distance swelled. The irregularity of hills lay beneath a bleeding, potent sky and a skittering light shook toward them. Aaron was refreshed in the descending calm, and deterred by snow, he let Jami walk ahead of him. He waived the appeal in her dueling glances and watched the skin jeweled motion of her walk. She got mad and threw snowballs at him, and Aaron chased after her. They were laughing when they fell into the snow and Jami struggled with phosphorescent agility, ugh! You guys are all alike.

And you’re an angel? Aaron rolled on her facilitating breasts and suppressed her lips. Jami quarreled for breath.

Uh huh! Catch me, and she abandoned him in their immaculate contusion in the newborn snow. Aaron breathed the damp air manifest with subdued electricity and waited before running after her. He listened for her calling through veils lacing the hillside and heard laughter adjacent to abandoned machinery on the hilltop. He raced through the haze and silence toward the machine to surprise her there.

Gotcha!

Damn! Aaron extorted the supple unity of her body against the indices of raw machinery and calmed her turbulence. The sinuous muscles in her body were sweet with tension and she used her mouth with a gently lactating tongue. They were a gently blowing force swayed in casual flight, and her soft throat retracting murmurs eased a heart load.

The machine stood alone, blooming in the paradise night and its hard retaliation preyed on them as Jami pushed him away using playful anticipation. She shoved Aaron with her affectionate denial and negotiated its utility, hey, it’s an old ski lift. Come on, let’s take a ride, and stripping off a piece of plywood pursuant to their exodus, she took it to the crest of the hill. They mounted it, and a competitive pluralism at the core of her equation established Aaron in her favor now, as if he were her Paris asking for their brief birth on finding adjacent feelings.

They found satisfaction too when pushing off as they achieved a sincerity of motion, and then it’s sustaining speed was snagged by some obscure discontent in the snow spilling them halfway down. Sprawling in the snow was a breathless contingency where Aaron lay intimately with the warm mist condensing from Jami’s breath, and they shared a warm privacy in the adjoining contact of bodies for a long while in the comatose snow. Boy, I’d better take you home, Jami pushed at him and wrestled against his body, hey, let’s go!

Aw come on! The car feathered over the snow-blind road, machine and dimension confused by the heavy snowfall as they drove free of restraint through a disguised environment.

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Tension rescinded from Jami’s body as Aaron stripped away her clothing and reached through her open blouse to unfasten her bra, he watched her breasts fall free. She turned from him as he removed her blouse, exposing the nape of her neck and he blew his tipsy lips softly there. He reached beneath her arms to cuddle her breasts and her eyes, looking over her shoulder at him with subtle amenity, were saying irrevocable things. Aaron pushed her onto the bed and curled her nipples with the touch of his tongue. He unfastened her Levis’ and pulled them down.

She waited for him, recessed against his body as he fed upon the silk-grained texture of her skin; the warmth of her touch a pilfering shock against the cold surrounding them, the murmurs spin drifting from her throat advocating his desire. She encouraged him in the bones of her sexuality, and basking in her afterglow, he refilled on her presence, focused on the satisfying tension his nerves were shooting for. They fucked, their access of touch an elastic accumulation of gushing proclivities habitually defining all of their enduring congress, its tingling velocity giving everything an automatic vitality as they lay together in the heat of their own caldera celebrating sexual plunder.

Satiation expedited sleep and they lay hug to hug. That next morning Aaron awakened inevitably with her body lying fetally against him, a three quarter smile on her face. The sweet soliloquy of her breathing readied him for sex and his penis became clotted with desire, she listed amicably against him. The head of his penis jumping against her skin, grumbled into the space between her legs.

She encouraged him, and the dazzling touch of her vagina tingling their miscreant emotions relished those sensations which harnessed them. There was clarity in her reactions when she wedged her buttocks affirmatively against him as he embraced her. She rolled her hips to meet him and the cloying of her labial lips baffled them, her enticing leakage warmed the head of his penis. Her incubating resistance gave way to its steady extension and they were harnessed by sexual largesse.

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Their meeting was abusive to sound reform when Lailey leaned against the bar stool between Streicher’s legs and her desultory beauty floated in natural sunlight. The day’s suggestive mood filtered through the windows and a manly tint to the dusky air packed a secret brilliance. Her hands were cradled between Streicher’s thighs and her fingers balanced intricately. She lay cooperatively against him and pushed her obligation to his body. There were remote opportunities for Aaron to connect with her and he stayed carefully neutral when her eyes kissed his face.

I’m addicted to you babe, when you gonna marry me? She clarified emotion and Aaron’s reception was magnetic. Her eyes sparkled like amethyst, but she was arming for a different lover.

Tomorrow, Streicher was handicapped and looking to get away, his malnutrition dissatisfied Lailey.

He was going to be my guide, can you believe, and she created dreams, which swirled through Aaron’s imagination.

I’d say he had a piece of bad ass, Aaron increased his distance and grounded her nuances with strict feeling.

Poor baby, he’s just not playing fast enough, and Lailey relied on her man sure body to keep him pacified, since we got our new house I like to keep my baby horizontal. Secret intimations were sent to Aaron; he liked her sensual nonchalance and received her nurture too.

Streicher surrendered a benign indifference and he was rarified, he looked at Aaron and his face was caught in irony, I get tired of her mouth sometimes.

She showed a callous disregard and weighed in with winsome curiosity, I always thought he had a lot of class. Her intimate revelations spent themselves on the distance he maintained and her eyes were shining.

Streicher finished his drink and plumed his face with steel, well, I gotta go.

Aaron gravitated toward Lailey after he’d left and the radiance she returned betrayed a need for sympathy, I work to death pleasing him and I get no praise.

His multipurpose sympathies translated to an overnight impulse, so, go elsewhere.

Maybe I should, an intricate smile followed his expression and she drafted his support. Like that asshole’s just givin’ it away, her method seemed torn and in a grip tantamount to persuasion.

He’ll come alround.

Damn! Her vehement reactions flexed, will they ever change, and her mysterious happiness was stemmed? Her eyes were breathing and embraced him, she was confident of the embryonic desire growing between them. The feeling born increased an act of love and she had a mischievous smile in a pellucid face, you’ll have us in trouble just for being here." She stole gently along the neutral council between them and divined his indecision.

Hey, come on, don’t get gruesome, and she placated him, victimizing the euphoria rising from his face. She scrutinized him and