Category: BWGS

BWGS has been revised and posted under Short Fiction. Take a look, hope you enjoy it.

For some weeks, I slept late, lazed about the place, drank Bitte’s homemade mead and waited for her to come home to hold her again next to me.

But I woke this day, realizing that I had done none of what I came for. I craved sweet Bitte, I loved the mead but I needed to get on.

That evening, I told Bitte my ambition to write a book about the insects my father described when I was a child.

Bitte was distressed. “Nicholas, you are juss like your da’. Don’t be goin’ and messin’ with the bugs. You mussn’t do this, It is dangerous for us all.” She said sternly.

“You look at old Ailill, the wood chopper. He is gone in the head from the snits, they have taken his speech from him. I will not have you this way!” she said.

“snits? Those are the tiny gnats, right?”

“They aren’t gnats! They can kill you!” She stopped for a moment. ’Twas only my ma coul’ save him,” she said looking at me reproachfully. And turning away, “You don’t be goin’ there, you hear?”

“Where?” I asked. She shook her head and refused to answer.

She said nothing for the rest of the evening. That night, we didn’t make love. She just held onto me.

Instinctively, or maybe because I felt that the question was in the air, I repeated, “its OK, I won’t go. It’s OK. I love you, Bitte.”

It took a while for me to fall asleep that night. When I woke, Bitte had already gone.

It was difficult to be around Bitte without wanting to make love. Fortunately or unfortunately, we also had to eat and she had to see to the house among other things.

Each morning, she collected the household staff and planned the day and, every afternoon, she would go off with the wood chopper to see her mother.

She never asked me to go and, quite honestly, I had no interest in seeing that particular woman again.

I was happy to wait for nightfall and her return to sit by the fire and talk and, later, indulge our appetites in the big bed I had upstairs.  It gave me a chance to read and  browse the estate.

Bitte and I hurried through our errands to get home.

I never wanted anyone or anything as much as I did her. And I could feel that she felt the same about me.

That night, we explored each other’s bodies from our toes to the hair follicles on the tops of our heads.

Bitte was fascinated with my body and was delighted in my erection. She studied it,  gripped it, traced it with the tips of her fingers and manipulated my balls like some small baggage she needed to arrange. I could feel her touch deep inside.

Then I rolled her back onto a pillow and looked closely at her every exquisite feature, whispering hair near her ear, her soft warm skin, perfect breasts. I kissed her stomach, grasped her buttocks and pulled her to me.

I wanted to touch her heart as badly as she wanted me to.

Her need grew with mine and was only abated when I entered her and we began to move together pressing tightly against one another, her eyes, her head with mine, open mouth speaking silent o.

And there it was, somehow we did, somehow we met at a secret location within my Bitte, and we were able to become one mighty, glorious and wonderful person for a at least a moment.

Before separating, even if ever so slightly.

Where is that? Where is that tiny fraction of a moment between then and now?

When the last drop of rain fell? When the morning finally broke? When it could truly be said that you and I first touched? Where is that?

I moved closer to her feeling the distance change feeling her warmth grow in my presence feeling my vulnerability naked and screaming mouth open hopeless hoping for hope-

And kissed her on the side of the head.

She made a sound that only I could hear, her eyes flickered to mine and she smiled- and then back to her driving.

The moment was gone but a lot had changed.