The Tolling Bells
By Anastasia Of The Lake
The bells started to toll one late night of summer 1997, they rang out with such a piercing ring, that the normal HAPPY SOUND that church bells tolling brings instead became a pierced knife to the head.
As he sat in the loud and happy crowd at the Twilite Inn, he was working up his courage to do as he had planned over and over in his mind…………HE saw HER, the beautiful and well stacked blond at least two nites a week for a long number of weeks, and they flirted endlessly and SHE, so aware of her affects on him….DECIDED it was NOW or NEVER and she told him. He held her and kissed her in a hidden corner of the Inn and assured her he would return that Friday nite and they would do AS SHE SO BEGGED and HE SO WANTED~~~~~so the plan was hatched and the adrenalin rush for HE and SHE began its race….the heavy and oppressing waiting was almost tearing his heart and mind out with DESIRE! And in the DISTANCE…he heard THE TOLLING BELLS.
As he left the INN that nite he was filled with a new energy he had not experienced in many years, and SHE back behind the bar at her post of SEXY and VOLUPTOUS BARMAID was filled with GLEE and chuckled at her conquest. She stepped outside for a cigarette in the lovely summer night air. TREASURING and DESIRING and KNOWING her wiles had caught another…………….AS she puffed and was soooo afloat in her glee she heard the strange unfamilar sound, at least to her of…………………..THE TOLLING BELLS.
The week flew by as fast as a rabbit, he reassured his wife that he was fine when he called in the evening to see if she was at home and doing just fine……………..once more…he heard THE TOLLING BELLS. The SEXY barmaid all ready for the nite ahead had made herself exceptionally BEAUTIFUL, paying attention to the long silky blond hair and the fragrance she dabbed in all the right places. Her makeup was PERFECT, her JEANS SKIN TIGHT and her TEE a snug snug fit that showed her ample busom and such so that the neck plunged so deep as to give ALL in view a glance of her delicious breasts, her nipples were shown all rigid. SHE was READY~~~AND SO WAS HE …and as he drove he heard THE TOLLING BELLS.
They arrived at their meeting place in the corner back parking lot in the INNS back corner lot, near the woods. The hour was midnight and they entered her car. She was all giggles as was he, and THE TOLLING BELLS sounded a new revilary, they began the embrace, the EMBRACE OF BETRAYAL, and in the distance THE CHURCH BELLS TOLLED. The act of sexual gratification began its dance and SHE KNEW her moves and HE KNEW his. They culminated in what is supposed to be an exchange of LOVE into an act of SHEER LUST……………..and THE TOLLING BELLS rang out LOUDER.
Immediately his remorse was great and she laughed with great and loud sounds. He wanted to RUN and get away. IT was too LATE it was done. AS he drove away from her and the Twilight Inn.He heard once again THE TOLLING BELLS.
As he progressed in the days to come THE TOLLING OF THE BELLS never stopped ringing in his head.