His Love Lost His Pen Found by sinfantasy
Discover the passionate journey in 'His Love Lost, His Pen Found,' an evocative erotic sex story that explores desire, healing, and newfound creativity. Dive into a tale where heartbreak meets seduction, igniting fresh sparks of intimacy and inspiration. Read now to experience this captivating narrative!<br/>
Thank you kenjisato for your insightful suggestions, encouragement, and efforts in reviewing this piece for me.
Note to Readers: It’s a ramble of a minor character from another story I am working on.
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His Love Lost, His Pen Found
Born on Valentine’s Day, he was a true romantic at heart. He loved the enchanting fantasies of fairy tales and reveled in the depth of love poems. It was his way to escape the harshness of reality. He had lost his parents early, but it did not affect him much, as his grandparents took care of him. He inherited his love for classic literature from his grandpa. The magic of words was his way of living through the character’s life. He could envision the characters’ conversations to perfection in his mind. But his fantasy skills were always limited to his writing, as he rarely spoke with a real person. He excelled in his language classes and nurtured his aspiration to become a writer. When the passing of his grandparents cast a shadow over his world, he learned to express his pain by writing.
His grandparents had left him with plenty, so he was able to pursue his interests freely. But what he needed most was love, affection, and a sense of belonging. Starting college marked the beginning of new struggles for him. This world was very different from the fantasies he had lived in. His ideals of loyalty and commitment had never lived the harsh reality around him. The concept of instant gratification and momentary euphoria had never appealed to him. He had barely made any friends, having chosen the peace of isolation.
Then she walked into his life… like a dawn breaking through the gloom of loneliness. A symbol of purity and perfection, a lotus blooming amid the muddy waters–she was everything he was not. While she was outgoing and friendly, he remained introverted. She lived a life of riches and luxury, while he was humble and modest. She had elegance and grace with her ethereal beauty, while he was plain and imperceptible. She was the dream girl and had hoards of admirers following her. His heart shattered each time he saw her with sophisticated, handsome companions. While he loved and worshipped her in his fantasies, he never dared to approach her in reality.
Life is strange and feeble and some fantasies do come true. The magic of love unfolded for him when he wrote a play for a school event and she was cast as the female lead. They spoke out of necessity, but she admired his creativity and vivid imagination. While he helped her make his dream character come alive, it burned his heart when she acted it out with a male lead. Try as he might, he could tolerate her kissing the male lead and the happy ending. She was livid when he altered the climax, changing the tale from romance to tragedy. She argued and called for his romantic talent, but overwhelmed by her plea, he lost control. What followed was the most unromantic ramble of a love confession with a tinge of jealousy. She quit the play to let the characters have their happy ending. He cursed himself for losing control over his insecurities and stupid jealousy.
Cupid decided to bless their love, for she was also born romantic, just like him. His truthful confession had steered her heartstrings, and she asked him to prom. Their love blossomed as their hearts connected over the mutual longing. As is often the case in love stories, her family opposed their relationship. She stood by her love and defied her family to be with him. Her family relented and accepted him being with her in their folds. Their mutual love evolved into a beautiful union and made their lives blissful. Being virgins and inexperienced, they explored their sexuality together and loved every moment. They wrote their love story with happy endings.
Reality and fantasies rarely coexisted, and happy endings were just momentary stops. Their joyful times were fleeting as she took over the family business. Her success overshadowed him as his insecurities rose and mushroomed. He found himself inadequate in the company of her friends and family. She saw through his struggles and helped him get a publisher for his works. His romance touched the readers as he rose to fame and success. His idea of success was hardships and struggles, so this easy path left him unfulfilled. He just found more reasons to resent her and nurse his fragile ego.
While their love had gotten strained, a true test appeared in the form of a sensual Amazonian bane. She was her best friend and sister-in-law, but had separated from her brother. To his surprise, she supported her friend instead of her brother. Although she mingled with many influential and sophisticated men, he felt no threat. But her best friend, despite being a woman, sent shivers down his spine. She said her best friend needed her support after the separation and heartbreak. But her best friend monopolized her time, making him feel ignored and isolated. She and her best friend became inseparable since they started working together. But he had to draw the line when she stayed overnight for a few days to support her.
In his anger and false bravado, he moved out and filed for divorce. His knee-jerk reaction turned into real rage when she did not come begging. Instead, she called him, asking him to calm down and to think it through. He simply vanished from sight but kept an eye on her. She tried to reason with him but he never responded. Her heartbreak and anguish did not soften his heart, as she had almost moved in with her best friend in his absence. In the downward spiral of his emotions, he failed to see the disastrous consequences. Their love was abruptly extinguished, as he allowed the divorce to proceed.
Over time, his anger disappeared and reason prevailed. As he learned about her brother’s adulterous ways, he could see her best friend vulnerable and in pain. In his loneliness, he longed for her embrace. It took him a while to find the courage and attempt to reconnect, but it was already too late. Two broken women had found solace in each other’s arms, mending their hearts and calming their pain. Her best friend had claimed her heart, leaving him to weep with regret. His fear had become a reality as a result of his actions, which were impulsive and reckless.
His love story, a tale once bright,
Now shrouded in sorrow’s night.
The writer of romance, no more to be,
A king of sorrows, he’d become, you see.
His heart, once warmed by love’s sweet flame,
Now chilled by anguish, a bitter game.
A talent found, a gift unknown,
Yet, at what cost, his heart had grown.
No longer tales of love he’d write,
But shadows deep, and darkest night.
His pen, a tool of sorrow’s art,
Painting wounds upon his heart.
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