Mindless Ramblings and Such
- By Tracy Ames
- Published May 17, 2010
Tracy Ames
My name is Tracy Ames. I’m an author of interracial erotic fiction. My stories are a sensual feast for your senses; mind, body and soul.
I began writing short stories for monthly newsletters and, believe it or not, my friends. After much encouragement, I’m ready to offer you a taste of what only a few have previously savored.
A native of the San Francisco Bay area, I currently split time between Greenwich CT & New York City with my husband, children and a host of pets.
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I didn’t believe in love before I met Greg; not even the abstract, theoretical notion of it. It’s not to say that I was incapable of loving, I just didn’t buy into the whimsical BS most young women seemed to ingest by the pound.
Greg was different. I remember quite vividly the first time he touched me, both because it was the first time we met and, cliché as it sounds, because I knew he was the one. To the annoyance of my friends, he and I had been talking all night and it was time to go. He gave me his number and asked me out. As I tucked it away he rubbed my upper arm and said, “You’re cold.”
And I was cold! I was cold to the point of goosebumps.
Since then we’ve shared and created plenty of touches. We’re a touchy couple. Every touch between us is special and binding and unique in its meaning. I love the way our hands feel locked together, our palms touching, our fingers interlaced. I love the way he holds me at night even when he’s completely exhausted and the feel of his calming hand tracing up and down the center of my back after one of my nightmares.
But nothing compares to the feel of his lips when he kisses my forehead. I feel safe and protected and small.
But even this, my favorite of gestures, has multiple meanings ranging from “I love you” to “Aw, bless your heart. I married a complete moron”. That last bit is never spoken rather inferred.
Since my accident in the shower Greg has been watching me like a hawk. He’s created a working, sleeping, and eating schedule which he enforces with an iron fist. Going from Tracy the caregiver to Tracy the patient has been tough. You see, I don’t like being told what to do. I’m aware the schedule was created out of concern for my health but it still reeks of tyranny. You’ll be happy to know that I’ve stuck with it and followed it to the letter. I’m learning to relax.
Last night Greg kissed my forehead and said he was proud of me.
Yeah, it’s been worth it.
Greg was different. I remember quite vividly the first time he touched me, both because it was the first time we met and, cliché as it sounds, because I knew he was the one. To the annoyance of my friends, he and I had been talking all night and it was time to go. He gave me his number and asked me out. As I tucked it away he rubbed my upper arm and said, “You’re cold.”
And I was cold! I was cold to the point of goosebumps.
Since then we’ve shared and created plenty of touches. We’re a touchy couple. Every touch between us is special and binding and unique in its meaning. I love the way our hands feel locked together, our palms touching, our fingers interlaced. I love the way he holds me at night even when he’s completely exhausted and the feel of his calming hand tracing up and down the center of my back after one of my nightmares.
But nothing compares to the feel of his lips when he kisses my forehead. I feel safe and protected and small.
But even this, my favorite of gestures, has multiple meanings ranging from “I love you” to “Aw, bless your heart. I married a complete moron”. That last bit is never spoken rather inferred.
Since my accident in the shower Greg has been watching me like a hawk. He’s created a working, sleeping, and eating schedule which he enforces with an iron fist. Going from Tracy the caregiver to Tracy the patient has been tough. You see, I don’t like being told what to do. I’m aware the schedule was created out of concern for my health but it still reeks of tyranny. You’ll be happy to know that I’ve stuck with it and followed it to the letter. I’m learning to relax.
Last night Greg kissed my forehead and said he was proud of me.
Yeah, it’s been worth it.
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19 Responses to "Mindless Ramblings and Such"
said this on 17 May 2010 2:46:07 AM CST
Aww that's sweet.
I'm little bit of love fool but after my divorce I thought I'd just give up on love although I didn't want to, I figured it was just easier if I look for number one and to hell with love and all the pain it brought. My closest to love was romance novels, that was close enough. When I met Mattie as I call him all the time and got to know him not actually did I start to believe in love again, I started to think maybe I could be married again, which was something I had totally swore off after my divorce. But he made want to spend my life to him, to never be parted from him. We're talking about getting married but we've both had a deep relationships we invested a lot of ourselves in fall apart, my marriage and his engagement. He says he's waiting to surprise me with a proposal, which I laughed like a loon at, I thought it was cute. But I'm so glad he's made me feel this way and even happier I was open to the feeling. |
said this on 17 May 2010 8:51:31 AM CST
My husband is the same when I have my week long, gotta get morphine shots to ease the pain so that I can sleep migraines. The dictator, what I say is law, attitude sucks rocks, but when I start feeling better I think....I love my husband, no matter how mean he is!
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said this on 17 May 2010 6:59:25 PM CST
When I came home from the hospital I realized I wasn't running crap, James had put me a schedule from work hours, charity work, to volunteering I have absolutely no say for a while. My family thought I would fight against his rules but I LOVE it, he says if can't put myself first he will.
The only issue is sleep, if I sleep more than 5 hours it can get wild around me as I am queen bitch. |
said this on 17 May 2010 9:21:32 AM CST
Did you and Greg meet in college? How long have you been married?
Oh, I've been waiting for you to add me on your myspace. |
said this on 17 May 2010 11:12:01 AM CST
I love the little touches, James always touches me no matter where we are or the people around. He can be passing me somewhere in the house he will grab my hand give it a little squeeze then keep moving. When I am cooking if he comes into the kitchen he will run his hand somewhere along my body, kiss the top of my head then keep moving.
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said this on 17 May 2010 12:20:11 PM CST
How sweet! Let him take care of you and just enjoy it. You will be back in charge soon enough.
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said this on 17 May 2010 2:44:16 PM CST
That's sweet. My husband is not touchy feely. But when I need it, I get it. Like when I am in the kitchen working on recipes,(I'm a pastry chef) or I want to sock everyone in the house that looks like him (our children, his mom, or him) he'll walk up to me and run his hands through my locks. It makes everything okay. I revel in the knowledge that someone loves me enough to KNOW ME!! Do you feel me? Tracy let that man love you. He is so scared for your health. Like he was the one for you, you were the one for him. Just let be bossy. Your fans will still be here. Just get better! Okay I am of the soapbox.
My motives are so selfish. I love your stories. The longer you rest, the more of the Wicked story will come to you!?!? Lol. |
said this on 20 May 2010 7:52:50 PM CST
I love you, girlie! LOL! I'm letting him handle business. I'm not pushing it.
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said this on 17 May 2010 2:59:29 PM CST
Awww, can somebody please piont me in the direction of a guy like Greg because where i'm from i can't seem to find one.
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said this on 17 May 2010 6:11:11 PM CST
Shamia, I hate to sound cliche but your prince will come LOL. None of us are so special that only we get a nice guy who treats us well. You can get one too and he's out there, all you need is one and he's made just for you.
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said this on 17 May 2010 4:01:31 PM CST
Aww! How sweet Greg is such a good husband. Sometimes it's nice to fall back for a minute and let someone take care of you.
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said this on 17 May 2010 5:52:47 PM CST
Well we could from here create a concept web 2.0 or 3.0 or 6.X soxial web community with the concept of : "write me your stories life eros diary dreams" just to discover each ourself by the undercover or unuse in the reality but in need to be express!
So by the virtual but with the talent exercice of writing, source of what could help to bring the insurance of some peper, salt, sugar or suave...whatever the daily routine could love as original & never the same in a couple to suit with... I hope that Tracy could understand that with time here in this website two writers could make friendship or more, so they'll live happy & sold many books... Who & on which web page could want to begin? Be patient, "Tracy The Boss" is in holidays care brainstorming for... |
said this on 17 May 2010 9:13:53 PM CST
He's back up to 100% and you can't even argue with that.
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said this on 18 May 2010 11:44:53 AM CST
how are You Lydia, still the same, un peu en français & un peu en anglais, which language take the lead in the moments of...romantism of course!
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said this on 18 May 2010 6:30:46 PM CST
Shamia, the world isn't ready for two Gregs. Ask Olga how he carries on. The stuff that comes out of his mouth is classic. He shamed me so bad in the bank a few weeks ago, LOL!
He's schedule is working. I'm not as stressed and I'm eating better. Okay, I called him a cock ealier when he took away my laptop so I could wat but other than that he's been amazing. I's say we all have found someone who makes us happy. Thank goodness. Carol, I bet your hubby keeps you laughing. :) |
said this on 19 May 2010 9:57:46 PM CST
He does, since he is traveling for the rest of this week I may get a bit of freedom but he locked the computers some freaking where. My aunt bought a Mac for me to "use" so if James ask about his schedule I can safely claim "No baby I did not use my computer" because it belongs to my aunt to technically I did not lie. LOL
Win where or if you can! |
said this on 20 May 2010 7:54:33 PM CST
LMAO! Carol stop it! James didn't hide the computer from you, did he?
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said this on 20 May 2010 12:03:59 AM CST
That had to be the sweetest thing I ever read.
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said this on 20 May 2010 7:51:09 PM CST
You know Jennifer, it was sweet. Even though I want to strangle him sometimes, Greg's a pretty awesome guy. :)
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