Standing in the Purple Rain - Sex Stories

Standing in the Purple Rain

... anyone get close to me and I regret that. Now there isn’t time.”

I was aware that within an hour we had progressed from a few flippant comments in a swimming pool to being engaged in a deeply intimate conversation about the tragedy of life and death.

“My wife had some similar feelings when she was diagnosed,” I said. “We thought we had wasted some of the best years focussed on our careers and we had both played around with other partners, which caused a lot of heartache and pushed us apart. When she was diagnosed, we had similar feelings of regret. A close friend told us something that made a huge difference for us.”

I looked over at her and waited. “Do you want to know what she said?”

She looked intently at me. She looked so beautiful with her long hair around her face, pink lipstick, and big hoop earrings. She had crows’ feet around her eyes and laugh lines next to her mouth; there were the beginning signs of a double chin and in the light coming through the windows she looked her age, which I guessed was similar to mine. But it all just added to her allure. We live life, it leaves its mark and makes us more interesting. It's hard to relate to perfection. For a moment I forgot about the hard things we were talking about and just got lost in her beauty and the poised way she was sitting.

“Yes, I do,” she said, and I realised she was saying it for the second time.

“Our friend said to my wife, ‘You know something very few people know. You know both when and ...

... how you will die!’”

“How did that help her?” she asked.

“Well, our friend suggested to us that we had two choices. We could be angry and regret the past. We could feel short-changed by the diagnosis and let the remaining time be coloured by that, or we had the opportunity to make the time we had left the most intimate and significant of our lives.”

She sat back on the couch and looked over at me. “Wait, let me get this right. You are saying that the best of my life is ahead of me?”

“It could be if you choose to live it intentionally!”

There was a silence between us that at first felt uncomfortable but morphed into something precious and intimate. We continued looking at one another and our gazes were gentle and calming. The light in the room changed as the sun coming out from behind the clouds brightened and warmed the room.

I broke the silence by asking her if I could connect to her sound system and play the best song I knew that captures pain, sorrow and passion at the end of the world.

I suggested she lie back, close her eyes and try and feel the mood of the song and see if it spoke to where she was in her life at this moment.

I pressed play and the room filled with the opening B flat 9th and G minor chords vibrating with reverb that sets upPurple Rain and then Prince’s angelic, raunchy voice began, “I never...”

I opened my eyes when he hit the first note of the solo as his guitar wailed, expressing all the pain and passion he feels when faced ...