1 comments/ 2549 views/ 0 favorites Hour Glass Ch. 01 By: eruzionevulcanica69 I am just leaving the Hour Glass signing in NYC after an amazing day of Depeche Mode heaven. My pulse is still thundering in my ears and my head is still swimming around with the euphoria of having just touched Dave's hands. As he reached for the C.D. he took both of my tiny hands into his long and sensual grip and as I looked into his eyes, I knew that there was so much more behind them that was meant just for me. For those 4 or 5 seconds time stood still. He took my breath away as though he was inhaling my sensuality, drinking deep of the chemistry that was unmistakably flowing between us. Oh my, he is speaking but for a moment I just see his lips moving but I'm unable to hear a sound and then he smiles and I am brought back to the fact that we are facing each other in a room with so many other people, but we are the only ones there. Stammering, "I apologize for my inability to speak" and he laughs that smoldering, sultry laugh that tells me that I am going to be a very lucky woman. Dave asks "What is your name, baby?" I managed to slip out – "Ammy" - all the while breathing shallow breaths as to not just drop on the floor before him. I feel so many things all rushing in at once and I realize that I want to be a considerate fan to the rest of the folks standing behind me and tell him "I am so much looking forward to a concert tour of Hour Glass". He completes what he has written and I say "thank you for your time" and reluctantly say "Ta-ta", with one last caress of my hand, starring intently into each others eyes he places the CD there, a glowing smile, the connection is passed between us. A glimmering but unseen halo surrounds us. People of pure heart can recognize each other. My feet are nailed to the floor and I have to shake myself to clear my head in order to move away from the table. The girls that were in front of me on line are waiting for me to join them. Shocked and wildly jealous of the extraordinary sight that they had just witnessed. They are hugging me and screaming as we jump up and down with joy! We link arms and they drag me out into the bustling streets of New York. I am still having trouble breathing and I feel like I just had the most magnificent dream. The girls are asking me to see my CD but I put it in my inside jacket pocket to have it as close to my heart as I can. They keep pestering but I wanted to read it when I was on my own as to savor the words that my beloved Dave Gahan had written just for me. We walk the blocks that it takes to get to Carmines on West 44th Street. I can not wait to wrap my lips around an Appletini cocktail. The walk went unnoticed as we were all just floating inches above the pavement. We follow the waiter to our table take our seats and I take this opportunity to run to the ladies room. Here is my chance. I make my way up the stair case and push open the door. It is still early so the restaurant is only mildly busy. I have the room to myself. I slide the CD out from the folds of my black trench style rain jacket. In most perfect penmanship it reads: Dearest Ammy, I saw something in your eyes and I want it for myself..... 917-555-5555 "It's no good" - Dave Gahan I read it over and over. Who would ever believe me? But there is no one on earth that I am going to share this with anyway! All of the emotions that I have been experiencing all day come flooding into a hazy sort of perspective. Do I call him? Clearly yes! My next thoughts are of the immorality of it all. After all we are both married to people who love us very dearly. Although any other time this would have been enough to keep my hormones in check, not this time. I take out my cell and start to dial the number, carefully adding each digit into display. Just push send......... either way there will be regrets? I contemplate the weight of the shackles that I will be wearing from this moment on and decide that I will never have another opportunity to fulfill a dream such as this. I push send. It connects, I hear ring 1 and 2 and quickly hit end. It is still early and he is in the middle of the signing. I don't want to leave an awkward voice message. I take a quick check of my appearance and blot the misting I have in my eyes... calm exterior – like a duck floating on the lake – their feet underneath the water, paddling one hundred miles an hour! I mustn't let on about my incredible good fortune. I make my way back to the table. As I take my seat, my phone starts to vibrate. With shaking hands I take it out of my pocket. The number I had just dialed is ringing me back. I manage a "Hello." The voice on the other end speaks to me and says, "I believe that I just missed your call?" Breathless, I say "yes you did. I didn't want to bother you because I thought that you are probably still at the signing". He speaks again "Actually, I've just finished and I am in my car. Are you still in the vicinity, Ammy?" My head starts reeling all over again, as the girls are sort of staring at me and back and forth between each other with this confused look. I explain that "I am at Carmine's Italian Restaurant on 44th between 7th & 8th." Dave sort of whispers, with sultrily nuances, "I'll swing round with the car, that is if you'd like to join me?" How does one respond to the culmination of all those lonely nights dreaming of just this occasion and not blow ones cool? One word is all I can muster "yes...." Hour Glass Ch. 02 I hammer home my Appletini, rummage through my purse and rise up from the table. The girls are all in my face, "Where are you going off to? We didn't even get have our fried calamari yet!" I simply wave bye. I was hoping the meal that soon may be with in my grasp will be much more tasty and satisfying. As I make my way to the door, I see this luxurious stretch limo pull up along side the curb. Dave slides out of the back in a smooth and precise manner and meets me, opening the door. Our lips brush together as he grabs my left hand and leads me in the direction of the limo. We slide in and there is so much I want to say but I just loose myself in his gaze. The only thought in my mind is "Our worlds did collide". The driver gingerly merges the car into the traffic as Dave pops a lovely bottle of champagne and pours two glasses. His hand spans the short distance between us as he holds the glass in front of me. As we clink our glasses together he says "I can feel my soul on fire" the sweetness of the bubbly and my surroundings make me smile. I settle back into the leather and try to relax. Always a gentleman I knew I had nothing to fear. I follow his gaze to the bare flesh that is exposed of my thigh. Reaching for me, guiding our bodies into a lovely proximity he leans over and sweetly tastes my lips. I have to remember to breathe as my mouth opens ever so slightly and he gently probes his tongue in and out. The flood gates open up, I am melting into his arms unable to resist the tenderness and hungrily, eagerly return the passion that has been unleashed. I feel him ever so lightly run a finger up the exposed portion of my inner thigh. I unconscientiously gasp, at which he stops himself suddenly and pulls his hand away. I find his hand again and place it back where it had last been burning a trail up to my aching pulsating woman hood. His fingers, slowly and deliberately, inching their way, savoring every moment of the journey. Creeping up ever so enticingly and finally they come to a rest, just with in a finger tip of my forbidden fruits. I open my eyes again to feel the burning of his soul simmering though his eyes. It is so much more than a dream. I want to be lost in his arms forever. Our breathing is rhythmic. Never before had either one of us encountered these overwhelming feelings. With an all knowing smirk, Dave straightens up my glass of champagne that was on a serious tilt, close to spilling over the edge. I was just as close to falling over the edge of my senses. We pull up at the Four Seasons hotel, cross the extensive lobby and quickly board the elevator. Dave slides the room card into the slot to grant access to the penthouse. No conversation passes between us but it is not an uncomfortable silence as we are glowing in the heightened awareness of each other. The doors open to a gorgeous room, the perimeter surrounded with plush white sofas and the center of attraction being a brass pole. As we make our way in, he picks up the tiny wooden mallet and strikes a single note on the zenergy chime that is by the door. I am taken by the fact that he actually has one and not that it is just a part of "enjoy the silence". It calms me for the moment. I can smell the aroma of Nag Champa lingering in the air. He pops a new bottle of Champagne and offers me a glass. He moves over to the sofa but I am loitering by the bar area, unsure of what I should do next. He hasn't taken his eyes off of me for a moment. I am quite in a state of delirium. He pats the sofa next to him and picks up a remote and the music starts playing softly, yet all around us. Dave is doing his best to make me comfortable as I'm sure that neither one of us has ever been so daring as to act on impulse as we have. "I was wondering if we should order up room service?", He asks. "I know that I just took you away from your meal at Carmine's". My response being, "I'm not the slightest bit hungry for food" and once again the spark of desire is ignited in his eyes, the most soulful eyes that I ever drowned in. I ask him, "Would you mind if I played my favorite Disc for you? I just happen to have it with me and the ink is just nearly dried with a lovely note from the musician." He smiles and takes it from my hands once again and slides it into the player. I ask him to "raise the volume, please" and he reclines on the sofa. Let the performance begin... I make my way over to the center of the room and with my left hand grab onto the pole and do a little test swing, laughing to myself because this is a fantasy that I have played out in my mind hundreds of times. I am taking stock of what I am wearing and put a plan together. I have never actually done a pole dance but I am practiced at the art of undressing. I wrap my long sensuous leg around the pole and unzip the boot, first one then the other and kick them off to the side. In my stocking feet I am absorbed into the music and forget about who I am performing for and all of the moves fall into place. Hour Glass is on a random play selection and my most favorite comes on next – "Use You" reverberates though out the room. Grateful for the selection of under garments that I had made this morning, I start to unbutton my blouse to expose a lovely, red, lacey, Victoria's Secret bra. The blouse slides to the floor. Shimmying out of the little black skirt, I glance up seductively to see how I'm doing. Dave is smiling appreciatively. I remain in the tiny little matching g-string and thigh high stockings with my "Sexy" lower back tattoo fully exposed and continue my dance of desire. I am thrilled with the fact that 13 years of dance lessons have not gone to waste after all! No longer able to contain himself he meets me at the pole and lifts me into his arms and carries me over to the couch. Smothering me in kisses, stroking my hair and tenderly holds my face in his hands. He traces his fingers down my neck and runs them over the cresting mounds of my heaving breasts. He slides his hand in and cups and caresses and then slightly pinches my already perky nipple. He continues the caressing and traces the same pattern with his smoldering lips. I don't know how I will be able to contain the emotions I am experiencing. Never could you imagine what an amazing kisser he is. He unleashes the little puppies with one easy snap of the front clasp and licks and sucks at my nipples until I am ready to explode. Then the progression started to move in a southerly direction, savoring every morsel on the way. Kissing my flower through the panties he deeply inhales the musky aroma of my femininity. He takes a little nip and is surprised at the little "clink" he feels with his teeth. The devil-do-tell smile appears on his adorable face. I can't help but smile also as he says – "well, you really are full of surprises aren't you!" He practically tears the under garment off and his tongue goes into a magical dance of his own, swirling around and around the bejeweled hood ornament on a bare beaver and as I am swept away into ecstasy, I hear Dave's recording of deeper and deeper fading away into back ground. After countless climatic eruptions I manage to regain my senses and I am pulling him up towards me. We kiss for an unimaginable amount of time. Lost in our kisses, I begin to take inventory of the package I have before me. He has already removed his tailored black jacket and I slowly work my way down the buttons of the jet black shirt and linger just for a moment at the buckle of his belt and turn my attention to the buttons on the sleeves. The shirt is off and his rippling chest is inviting me to snuggle in. I listen to his heart beating and I recall the beating heart in "Somebody". I am running my fingers across his broad chest and his smooth belly. I rise up just enough to straddle his legs and start to unleash the demon..... Unfastening the belt from its notches, unbuttoning the button and lifting his black suit trousers just a bit (wouldn't want to damage the goods) unzip them as he raises his hips and we shimmy them off. I can see his man hood through the boxer briefs. I am pleased to see that it is much larger than I had anticipated and I am caressing his loins. He raises his hips once again as a signal to remove the boxers that were separating us from full contact. With skillful hands I start to manipulate his man hood, my hot breath skimming over it as I slide it into my anxious mouth. He moans with pleasure and I have never been so excited to bring him to climax and end the torture that has been his for the past hour or two. When the release finally comes it is with shuddering, complete abandonment. We rest together taking in the comfort from the sheer bliss of contentment. I have never felt so complete. (to be continued) Hour Glass Ch. 03-04 Chapter 3 We have been enjoying each others company and chit chatting about trivial things as he takes his time rolling down my thigh highs, popping out my tiny red painted toes. We are so comfortable together it is as though we have known each other all of our lives. He takes me by the hand once again and we walk over to the hot tub. As the jets are shooting out the bubbles of steamy relaxation, we slip in and he pulls me onto his lap, my arms around his neck, we re-immerse ourselves in the delightful kissing that I will surely long for, the rest of my life. I feel his penis come back to it's full potential, pushing against my hip and I turn and straddle his legs with my knees on the seat his erectness in between our tummies. Reaching down and gently stroking it, he lifts me up and ever so slowly inserts his throbbing member into my waiting cavern. Inch by blessed inch, I am filled to capacity, taking deep breaths as I am reveling in anticipation. He reaches around and places his hands on my bottom and very gently at first he lifts me up and down with the bubbling water flowing all around us. I am completed consumed with rapture as the waves of passion over take me. I find myself with my upper torso between the rails of the stairs and the side of the hot tub as I lose myself with total abandon to the delirious pounding. Multiple orgasm is completely an understatement. I never would have believed that such heights could be reached. With a sexual type of guttural growl he also achieves his ultimate climax. Laughter fills the room as we untangle ourselves from the unique positioning that we had found ourselves in. He holds me close once again as we take in the aura of the moments past. When we had regained the strength to stand, he passes me a large fluffy terry bath robe and we step out onto the Italian marble floor. I am finally taking in my surroundings. This is a huge room. I cross to the window and take in the view. I love New York City. The intensity of it all! The sparkling lights shine on for miles. I hear him speaking on the other side of the room and see that he is on the phone, he hangs up and comes up behind me and wraps his sinuous arms around me as we admire the view. This is another moment that will forever be burned into my very being. Not only is Dave the sexiest man alive but he is the most - warm, tender and caring man that I have ever met. For just a moment I have this wave of melancholy. I am going to have to leave at some point. I push this dreadful thought to the back of my mind as turn my attention to the man that I adore. "You must be starving, I know that I am and we need to keep up our strength," he says with that to die for smile and laugh. "I could definitely eat something," is my reply. Not being able to stop myself from dropping the innuendo. Giggling with light hearted laughter, something that I haven't experienced in years. "I would like to take a quick shower. Do you want to join me or would you prefer some time on your own?" he asks. "I need just a moment and then I will happily join you," say I. Another daydream is going to come to fruition. Clearly I have had way too much time on my hands! "Also do you have any bottled water?" I ask. With a firm kiss on the lips we go into the kitchen. Dave tells me, "The bathroom is over to your left." I drink deeply of the water bottle as I walk over to the bathroom and shut the door behind me. So many thoughts racing though my head...I am completely nuts! I want to laugh and cry and scream! I am doing this crazy little dance. Kicking up my heels as I'm singing, "I just can't get enough," my arms flailing around. Quite the picture, if there was video camera in here, this would have been completely embarrassing but, I really couldn't help myself. Chapter 4 As I open the door to the bathroom he is standing just outside waiting for me. He strides over to the glass shower stall and turns on the hot water. It is such a beautiful bathroom, all marble and glass. There must be fifty candles around the room and we light them all. The steam quickly creates this mystical feel, other worldly even. He unfastens the belt on the terry robe I am wearing and coaxes it off hanging it on a hook just on the outside of the shower. He then does the same with his own and we step into the shower together. We take turns washing and massaging each other and find ourselves in another serious lip lock and he is totally standing at attention once again. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around him as he slowly guides me down onto his waiting shaft. He is so strong, he makes me feel weightless as he very purposefully manipulates me up and down. We eventually end up against the back of the shower wall with the water spraying down his back. The sexiest photo that I never got to take imbedded in my mind. Climax comes to us both again and I just can't take my eyes off of him as his body is rocked with passion. After a bit more showering we towel off and he tells me, "Wait for me. I'll be right back." He brings me one of his button down shirts -- giggling I put it on, it is to my knees. We walk back out into the main room just in the nick of time as the room service has just arrived. We share a wonderful meal together. Shrimp cocktail, filet mignon perfectly cooked, baked potato and julienne style vegetables, followed by these lovely dark chocolate truffles. We eat heartily and he pokes fun at the fact that I ate as much as he did -- "You are a very passionate woman, even with food." "My next greatest passion is cooking," I tell him. "What I wouldn't give to be able to prepare a meal for you." "You already have prepared a meal for me," he states again with that laugh. More deep breathing. He tells me, "I am a sucker for great Italian food." Here is a wish that will probably never be fulfilled but I am okay with that. One never knows, does one? We are simply enjoying each others company. Dave is such a down to earth man. We have both suffered though out our lives. This is probably why we can communicate on the level that we do. Heart to heart. Souls talking to one another. Completing each other. Totally different lives, but the pain of life leaves open wounds. Until they are scared over with the love from another like soul. My wounds are being licked clean. We walk out onto the balcony and take in the night air. Gazing up at the stars, we start up a conversation about spirituality. He states that, "I have read a lot on the subject. Would you like to see my collection in the library?" The penthouse has a library. It turns out that there is a quite extensive selection of books on the subject. It seems as though we are on the same path of seeking enlightenment. Dave sits down on the leather chair, behind the large mahogany desk as I tug on the binding of one that interests me. I sit on the desk beside him, my feet dangling, just close enough that my right thigh is within millimeters of his left hand. Unable to resist he begins to tickle my toes and caresses my calf, such long fingers on such incredibly soft hands. Insatiable appetites, the fires are reignited, like last nights coals with a ready piece of kindling. Taking my hands Dave draws us closer together, bending down we kiss very deeply. He stands at that point and slides his hips between my thighs, because of his height I can feel his erection pressing against me. Kissing with such passion and desire, time disappears and we are transported through a dream. I am floating on a cloud as he escorts me to the waiting king size bed in the next room. Hour Glass Ch. 05-06 Chapter 5 Sitting at the foot of the bed, a very nice selection of music is playing in the back ground. I make out Led Zeppelin's "Rain Song". I am amazed that so many of my most favorite smoldering songs are playing on Dave's favorite i-tunes play list. We are melting together, devouring each others kisses like the starved animals that we are. I crawl my way up to the pillows and he makes his way to the center of the sheets. He lays down in front of me pulling my Venus mound onto his hungry mouth, as he licks and probes I am moaning feverishly. I lay forward still straddling his skillful tongue and take his anxious cock into my mouth. Starting with the tip, rotating my tongue around and around, sliding it in and out of my hot moist mouth. Paying a bit of attention to the opening and then sucking it deeply back in again, with a rapidly increasing rhythmic pattern he soon sprays his love juices. Very shortly after, I follow suit and achieve a furiously powerful orgasm. His lips are dampened with the proof as I slide off to one side. He turns around so that we are facing the same way and rolls me over onto my stomach, draws me back by my hips onto my knees and enters me from behind. One climactic triumph after another, and then he flips me once again and with my ankles by his neck, he leans in and kisses me as long and forceful as his rod inside of me. We move with such fluidity that I have a hard time distinguishing where one of us ends and the next begins. I am totally astounded that he has such stamina. He has had such complete control over me, I am powerless in his care. No, there are no maps needed. Dave lays down on me, with his hands under my buttocks and as we reach our ultimate climax together, the uncontrollable tears start to flow. Both happy and sad tears coming out at the same time. I am aware that I will never again have the opportunity to lay with him this way, to share what we are sharing now. It is almost too much to bear. It is unspoken but we know what we feel for each other is true. He holds me close in his loving arms and as I drift off to asleep he is humming very softly "Free Love". It is understood. Chapter 6 When I awake I find myself alone in his room. A little message is jotted down on the pad by the phone on the night stand. "Ammy, please wait for me to return. I promise I won't be too long." I take a note of the time of half past nine in the morning. Clearly I was quite a satisfied woman. I never sleep in and this was sleeping in for me. I get out of bed and find a hot pot of coffee waiting for me in the kitchen. I take a cup into the bath and enjoy a long and luxurious shower. After toweling off, I put on some make up. A bit of gel borrowed from Dave and I am good to go. What to do about clothes was a quandary as I hadn't packed anything for the occasion. Just about this time Dave strides back through the door of the penthouse laden with packages. "I took the liberty of picking out some things for you," he says with a bouncy tone in his voice. He lays out an ensemble on the bed before me. A sweet little purple sweater, a pair of jeans, a matching purple bra and thong and a pair of socks. He gives me a minute to myself as he shuts the door behind him. I nervously try the clothes on. He did well with the sizes and I rejoin him in the living room. I do a little modeling of the outfit that he had purchased. He looks pleased. Knowing full well that I now must say goodbye to my beloved Dave, he comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my torso and nuzzles into my neck, taking in the moment. As he takes a half step backwards he slips a chain over my head. I look down to see a lovely little puffed gold heart that rests just between my breasts. I am fighting the emotions that are filling me and I have to go before I won't be able to. "It was my greatest pleasure sharing this time with you," he whispers in my ear. "I will never have another woman who understands me the way that you do." He turns me to face him. We stare into each others eyes as he continues, "I have to tell you, just between us," with a wink, "that people on the Depeche Mode Message Board wonder whether I personally ever visit the board. The answer is yes. Daily, whenever possible, Mother's Eyes," with that unforgettable smile lighting his face. "You really write very emotional and thought provoking poetry on the expressions thread and I was praying that you would come to the Hour Glass signing. My prayers were completely answered." For the last time that he holds me in his arms he sings to me, in his delightful baritone voice. Wicked game, by Chris Isaak. "The world was on fire and no one could save me but you....." With one last sweet kiss on my lips I step into the elevator and back to my reality, all the while with a heaviness in my heart but love filling my soul. I know that I am radiating with a glow that I was missing before. With a warm smile I think to myself, Now, I can die happy... (Until they meet again) The End