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Posted: 6/8/2005 9:45:46 AM | Ummm... wow....
Stayed up all night reading...
You people rock!
I dont' think it is possible to out do anything written..
And YES Men can write erotica...
Where have you men been all my life?
OMFG Wow..
I'm writing one right now..
an unfinished on that I was going to cowrite..
but I will do it myself as my favorite coauther is intimidated by my work..
even if he has no reason to be His writings are hot...
I'll be back shortly with the priliminary anyway..
and work on a better one after that.
Mic you stud.. that was hot...
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Posted: 6/8/2005 10:21:42 AM | The tip of his tongue slowly, softly traces the outline of my lips. He then sucks gently on my bottom lip, causing me to slightly open my mouth, allowing him to slip his tongue inside.
I trace the alphabet across the tip of his tongue, causing him to softly moan deep in his throat, as his grip tightens in my hair. One hand still supporting my head, the other glides down my back to the waist of my jeans.
The heat from his fingers is incredible.
I breath in deeply as he runs his fingers under the waist, reaching the front, finally opening them.
Releasing my head, he opens my blue button-down blouse....sinking to his knees, he guides my jeans down my legs and off my body. (sorry, I go commando)
Having given proper homage to the "girls" he slowly, tantilizingly opens my legs and begins to worship at the alter of the pocket venus.
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Posted: 6/8/2005 10:33:46 AM | Weak, trembling, gasping for breath....
He lifts me and pins me against the wall...
My legs now over his shoulders...
He thrusts into me...
Then withdraws ever so slowly to rub the crown over my joy spot...
His body shakes with each plunge into heaven...
His groans fill my ears...
And he stops.....he throws me onto my knees and begins pumping and ramming into me harder and faster, his balls slapping against me. He fingers my clit as he bends forward over my back and rakes his teeth down the nape of my neck. He tells me he wants to come in my pussy, in my mouth, and in my ass...I am so overcome with passion I barely hear what he has said. | |
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Posted: 6/8/2005 10:58:44 AM | The airport....
Busy and crowded... full of noise and tired jet lagged people..
Enter the Woman...
There I stand.. waiting.. impaitent..
Where are you?
The plane was late.. so you still handn't arrived..
Or so I thought.
Standing and waiting.. waiting and standing...
Darkness... sudden darkness..
brought on my a blindfold.
You bite me neck and lean me up against your chest..
walk me to an unknown area..
brace my hands against the wall.
and begin nibbling at my ear..
Your hands begin to leave my wrists
I go to move my hands to touch you..
You force my hands to the wall again
Then slide your hands along my arms..
down my rib cage.. along my waist..
You grip at my silken blouse and pull upward..
exposing my midriff just slightly..
Placing your hands under my shirt..
Working you way along my back you release my bra
and tear the straps to remove it completely.
I hear the lacy article fall to the floor..
He gets on his knees and begins removing my matching panties...
Dragging his hands along my thighs..
I am embarrased and excited.
Where are we?
Are we being watched?
I go to say something but it's too late..
He's taken my underwear and gagged me..
He's used my bra to bind my hands together
placing then in front of me..
“I have plans for those hands of yours” he whispers
I cannot do anything to stop him
I don't want to...
he lifts my leg and begins licking and nibbling at my thigh.
I moan and sigh.. he tells me..
“Shut up woman.” and takes a bite at me..
We must be somewhere public.. I better be quite..
I silently enjoy the torments his tounge and teeth are giving me..
Nibbling and licking at my hips... careful not to reach my clitrous..
I start getting wet and he notices..
He pulls my hips closer and
tastes the sweet tangy juices
beginning to seep from the very depths of me.
I grip my hands into his hair and bite my lip..
desprately trying not to cry out..
As I grip at his hair he knows I can barely keep up right
and begins stimulating my clit..
making my knees shake with ecsasty.
He laughs..
he loves my inability to keep my composure..
He loves that he is the one making me lose myself ..
He stands up to remove the gag from my mouth...
"I'm going to enjoy making you scream."
Thinking to myself.. Wait.. aren't I supposed to stay silent?
Not saying a word.. he knows what I'm thinking..
He gives my a long passionate kiss
and says "You have nothing to worry about.."
He then pours an oiley substance onto my hands and I hear a zipper...
No words need to be spoken...
I get on my knees and begin touching him
rubbing him.. caressing him..
He grips my hair and pushes me towards him..
I take his shaft into my mouth with pleasure..
tasting the oiley substance in my mouth...
Olive oil? Greek men anyway...
No matter.. I enjoy the taste just the same..
Taking him into my mouth.. suckling.. rotating..
swirling my tounge and moaning..
“Shut up you dirty wench.. Not until I say so.”
Silencing myself.. I begin using my hands to caress his sac..
oiley and soft he moans himself at the talents I had until now kept hidden
He grabs my hair and pulls me up to his body..
licks my lips and guides me to the wall again.
Lifting my skirt he plunges into me and says..
“Now I'll let you scream.”
Taking deep hard strokes he begins nibbling at my neck
and caressing my thigh as my body swirls
with heady anticipation of the orgasm to come.
My body is simmering with desire as I claw at my own hands
being as I cannot touch him with bound hands..
He says
“Now.. I want to hear you now.. Scream b!tch
I wanna hear my little slut scream. Do it!”
His words are like fuel to the fire burning inside me..
I release my own hands and unbite my lip..
a loud throaty moan comes out from the pit of my stomach..
“Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Iiiiiiiii Cccaaaaaaaannnn'ttt ddddddooooooooo ttthissssss Plllleaaasee I neeeeeeeeddd to touch you.. to seeeee youuuuu plleeeaaaaaseeeeeee.. I have to don't deny me!”
“Louder whore... LOUDER!”
As his strokes get harder still.. I'm on the brink.. I can't stop myself..
Why can't I see him? Why can't I see where we are?
It's too late.. I'm cumming.. I'm screaming out in ecstasy..
my body is convulsing with pleasure..
“Good girl... that's my girl...”
he begins stroking my hair...
Kissing me tenderly.. slowing down his strokes..
He is finishing up himself and being ever so gentle in doing so..
As if I were to break if he continued with his Dom assult
Gently he comes to a stop and licks at my lips..
nibbling at them.. as I kiss him back.
He grabs my underwear off the floor..
he takes my torn bra and places it in my pocket..
He gently guides me out to the noisy airport main line...
He removes my blindfold.. I look around..
No one notices us as they walk by...
There is no place around that looks private enough for that kind of interlude..
and yet.. here we stand.. satisfied..
And no one seems to be the wiser..
A G.Katelynn Original | |
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Posted: 6/8/2005 11:30:24 AM | The pocket venus prompltly tilts her head to the side so the princess has easier access to the entire neck....and she begins to nibble and suck, causing venus to groan out lout as her **** begins to throb and her nipples harden to small pointsShe begins to bathe the princess, beginning at her toes...washing and kissing each digit
working her flexible tongue up the back of the leg and down the front.
Venus then places a pillow under the butt of the princess, raising her hips to just the right height for pleasuring.
Slowly she opens her thighs, running her tongue in circles the full length of each thigh...approaching her swollen lips, but not quite touching...then up and ove the belly, returning to those same lips.
Using her thumbs to seperate them, venus barely brushes them with her own lips.
Venus then gently uses one finger to slide back the hood of the princess' clit....and begins to slowly, carefully flick it with just the vary tip of her tongue. The venus has learned chinese brush stroke and calligraphy in her youth and transferred this skill to be able to pleasure others more fully.
The princess raises her hips and begins to moan deep in her throat as her pleasure builds.....Venus probes her opening with her tongue...
tasting licking and sucking the sweet juices of the princess...
finally, wrapping her tongue around the clit, venus begins rapid fire sucking...
sending the princess over the edge into ecstasy.....
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Posted: 6/8/2005 11:38:08 AM | I've ridden the No. 7 bus for years and never seen anyone quite like her. Plenty of straight-laced, working types. Lots of mothers with crying babies. A bag lady or two. Even the occasional nun. But never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined that the hottest girl I ever imagined could walk up the short stairs to my bus. To this bus I've ridden to and from work everyday. And apparently this picture of sexual perfection wasn't riding the No. 7 anywhere. She was here to be ridden!
The only time I saw her I was on my way home from my job as an editor for a local publishing company. I had my head buried in the day's newspaper, just trying to suffer the normally crowded bus until I reached my stop. I believe I actually heard of her first, before I saw her. The guy beside me let out a gasp... honest, a gasp. That's a sound you hear of but never actually hear. It was weird enough for me to look up from my paper. Honestly I was somewhat worried about the guy. He was an older man and I just knew his heart had chosen this packed bus to give out on him on.
When I looked up, I saw the reason for his gasp. A blonde beauty. Couldn't have been more than 20. She wore a tight black skirt that barely covered her perfectly-formed, heart-shaped ass. Her legs were long; her feet covered by what I believe are called "****-me" pumps. Boy, did her shoes ever encapsulate the thought of every male on that bus! On top she wore a simple blue blouse, but the fact that she was not wearing a bra was plain to see. Her nipples pressed against the silk of her blouse. Her breasts were full and firm. Her hair was long, straight, and blonde, falling down her back. She was the perfect wet dream.
She stopped in front of me and held on to the handrail. I should have offered her my seat, but the sight of her lovely ass at face level was incentive enough for me to be rude. Besides, we were packed in here like sardines in a can and I still had a long way to ride. I put my paper away, however, because there was no way I was going to miss a second of this beauty.
As the bus bounced along our city streets, the sight of her ass beneath that short skirt created quite a stir in my pants. I shifted back and forth a bit to rearrange my stiffening c0ck in my pants, but this erection was getting out of control. There was no way I was going to be able sit comfortably through this trip. My mind was conflicted. I wanted this view to go on forever, but my throbbing hardon demanded that we get home quickly so I could relieve it. Unable to stand it anymore... God knows, I was likely to cum right there if I continued to fantasize about what might be under that skirt... I stood up and offered this young sexy thing my seat. Without a word, she took it.
Standing in front of her now, I rode the jostling bus facing her. I might not be able to watch her ass, but perhaps I would get a glimpse down her blouse at those marvelous tits. The top two buttons of the blouse were undone , so I could just see a hint of cleavage. A deep valley that I knew ran down between a pair of hills that I would love to get a closer look at, to run my tongue over, to lay my stiff member between and shoot my building load of cum through. Oh, the thoughts running through my head! No hope of losing the raging hard on; it continued to grow and press against the front of my slacks.
Now I'm no John Holmes, but I'm no pee-wee either. My c0ck is a healthy 7 to 8 inches and has always been enough to satisfy most women. Its certainly large enough that when fully erect... as it was becoming... it would be quite noticeable in my pants. The lovely, sexy young girl in front of me began to notice too. I could tell that her eyes were becoming focused on the bulge in my pants. She didn't seem embarrassed, or offended, but rather seemed to enjoy it a bit. Or so the little smile on her face appeared to say. Perhaps it even made her a bit horny. She began to cross and uncross her legs a bit, as if the sweet, young poosey underneath was feeling a bit... well... tingly.
At the next stop a group of elderly ladies squeezed onto our already crowded bus. Several men who were seated around us rose to allow hem to sit down, as did the young girl in front of me. Unable to move elsewhere, however, she turned her back to me, raised her arm to grasp the handrail, and held on as the bus began to move forward. This was working out better than I had ever hoped, now that this incredibly sexy young blonde had her ass unavoidably pressed against my fully-aroused rod. If there had been any doubt, there was none now. She had to know of the stiff monster that she had created.
As the bus lumbered down the street, the rhythm of the ride continually pressed us together, c0ck to beautiful ass. If she minded, she wasn't willing or able to move. **** it, I thought to myself, if she doesn't mind feeling my hard c0ck pressed against her ass, I'll let her feel it real well. Moving my hips forward, I pressed my crotch firmly into her round ass. Rather than moving more forward in response, this girl instead moved back into me. Not only was she not embarrassed or mad... she loved the feel of my c0ck against her! I had had lap dances before, but this was unreal. I could feel the firmness of her tight ass against my hard c0ck. Oh, what a **** she would be!
With one had I held onto the rail, but with the other I placed it on her hip. Attune with my desires, this sexy young blonde whose name I didn't even know touched my hand and then reached hers around her back to my pants. She laid her hand on my stiff member and felt its size. Without a word, she unzipped my fly, reached in and pulled out my c0ck.
Now, I don't know if anyone could see this. We were packed shoulder to shoulder in that bus. You could barely even look down and see your own shoes, so I don't believe anyone could see that my c0ck was outside my pants. I liked the direction this was taking and all, but I sure didn't want to get arrested. Regardless, the touch of this girl's hand on my c0ck was more than I was willing to stop. Plus, I had an idea where she was going with this.
Pressed tightly against one another, my c0ck now exposed, this willing young lady once again touched my hand which was on her hip. Slowly, we together raised her skirt just a hair. It was a short skirt already, but this allowed my c0ck to guide itself up under her skirt, where I was more than happy to discover that this little slut wore no panties. I was beginning to imagine that what I was about to experience was not a new thing to her. I believe this girl was an experienced joyrider, if you know what I mean.
Parting her thighs just a bit... and pressing even closer to me... my hard c0ck entered her sopping wet poosey. I don't know how tight she would be under normal circumstances... I imagine that this little tramp got around a bit... but with her legs only open a bit, my hard****just barely was able to squeeze past her poosey lips and into her sweet wetness. With the rhythm of the road, we rode like this together. My instinct was to grab her by the hips and thrust mightily in and out of her, to hold her by her long blond hair and make her beg to be ****ed by my hard**** to spank her ass and to reach around and hold her dangling melon breasts as we ****ed to orgasm after orgasm.
Of course, here there would be that whole issue of being arrested. So, for the length of the ride... pun intended... we rocked back and forth, my c0ck filling her tight poosey as it ground its length and girth. Perhaps it was the danger of it, perhaps it was her sexiness, perhaps it was the tightness of her poosey, but I soon found my full balls contracting as I let out an enormous load of cum into her. My silent orgasm stifled such that the moans I would normally have released were transferred instead to my balls, which never seemed to empty. If my blonde bus beauty came, I don't know. But I hope I helped satisfy her need as much as she did mine.
The moment passed, I quickly zipped up my spent c0ck. Leaning forward, I whispered in her ear, "my stop is next, would you like to go home with me?" As the doors opened, she moved in step behind me as I descended the short stairs to street. As the bus pulled away, I turned to my new friend to introduce myself and lead her to my home for a more intimate and carefree ****ing.
She was gone.
Running after the bus, I could barely see her as she settled in beside the older man whose first gasp had drawn my attention. Perhaps he would be the next lucky recipient of this Trailways tramp. One thing was for certain. I was selling my car. | |
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Posted: 6/8/2005 1:52:39 PM | Trey, Jat, Beka, Weekendhuntress you guys are great! 
Lauren, I love yours - very good twist on superman!
Very talented people on this thread.
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Posted: 6/8/2005 2:02:36 PM | katelyn...
"Olive oil? Greek men anyway..."
LOL
I want yo make one thing clear...
Ohh nevermind.
Back on Topic: Good work gang.
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Posted: 6/8/2005 2:08:27 PM | ROTF... Mic..
I never add names in my erotica stories..
I leave that to imagination..
OT.. I'm half way through my next story..
Post it later tonight | |
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Posted: 6/8/2005 6:21:03 PM | come take me by the hand and lead me into your candlelit chamber...
slowly stroke my arms as you remove my silken robe...
tilt my head back and plunder my mouth, as your arms draw me in closer against your length...
tangle your hands in my hair and pull my head back exposing my neck to your tongue and teeth....
you lightly rake them down my neck and to my shoulder....
mmmmm the shivers race throughout my entire body.....
you turn me away from you so I cannot see what you are about to do...
your fingertips trace down my spine and slip your fingers between my thighs...
there you find the wet heat you have been seeking....
I cannot hide my trembling and longing from you....
my breath comes faster.....
low moans escape me as you plunge your fingers inside me...
preparing me for the onslaught of your rock hard cock...
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Posted: 6/8/2005 6:52:52 PM | She was damn horny and wanted fu*k him right now right where he was. She didn’t care who was around or saw she just wanted to mount him and ride him for all he was worth. He was just sitting there totally unaware of her thoughts, in appearance. She walked over to where he was sitting and bent down to whisper in his ear “fancy a fu*k”.
He turned and looked at her with no expression on his face.
Stood and took her by the arm, leading her inside and up the stairs to his room. Where he closed the door and locked it with a small key he tucked in his pocket. “Just incase you change your mind.” He said with a look in his eyes that made her wonder if she should not changer her mind.
“Take your cloths off.” He ordered. When she stood there he walked over and ripped the sleeve of her dress. “Unless you want it in tatters you had better do the rest yourself.”
What had she gotten herself into was the thoughts running through her mind as she methodically removed her cloths one piece at a time.
“Get on the bed.” He pointed to the huge bed positioned in the center of the room. “then spread your legs so I can see what you have to offer me.” She did as he had told her. As she spread her legs wide, she was frightened and totally turned on at the same time.
He walked to the end of the bed and stood there for a moment as he surveyed her body and bare p*ssy. He removed his own cloths and took his long hard c**k in his hand and started to stroke himself while she watched. He stopped only long enough to walk to the side of the bed and opened a drawer. He pulled out a big black rubber dildo and tossed it to her when he had retaken his place at the end of the bed.
He just stood there staring down at her as he jerked himself. “Suck it.” He said with a nod to the rubber co*k laying beside her. She picked it up with trembling hands and brought to her mouth. “Make me believe it.” He said when she put the tip in her mouth. She closed her eyes and imagined it was real and gave it the best she could.
“Now use it to fu*k yourself.” The pace he stroked his co*k speed up when she slid that black rubber inside her p*ssy. His breath had increased as well.
It was then she realized that he wasn’t the one in control as she thought. She was. This made her relax and she fu*ked herself in everyway she liked just to show him what she wanted done. After she reached a thunderous climax she threw the dildo off the bed.
She got up on her hands and knees and made her way to the end of the bed. She took his co*k in her hand and pulled him down to the bed. “Enough” she said as she rolled him on to his back and straddled his hips bringing his co*k against her wet p*ssy. She rubbed herself against it until he moaned and started to move beneath her. She took his co*k in her hand again and looked into his eyes “this is mine and you will do with it what I say.” He grinned and nodded his head. “Now fu*k me and you better make me scream.” | |
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Posted: 6/8/2005 8:56:08 PM | The Cabin - Part 1
It's Wednesday afternoon, hump day. My phone rings, I hope its you. "Hello, this is Terry." I answer.
"Well good afternoon Cutie, can you talk?", you answer.
"Yes I can pretty lady. How are you doing?" I replied. We continue talking about a lot of stuff. Then
I decide to ask you. "Kim, what are your plans for this weekend?"
"I was planning to go up to Superior, why?" you answered.
"Donna is taking the kids to a Karate tournament. I told her I have to work and can't go. That means,
if you don't go up North, we have a weekend to spend together."
The squeal in your voice is en ought to tell me you won't be going up North. "What did you have in
mind? ", you ask.
"That will be a surprise for you. Do you have some warm cloths? Outdoorsy type stuff?", I inquire.
"Sure, where are we going?" you ask cautiously.
"You will find out Saturday. I'll pick you up around 10:00 A.M. Maybe Friday night we can go see a
movie or something" I add, letting you know I was changing the subject.
Friday night we go to dinner and then to a movie. You are constantly asking me where we are going and
what we will be doing. It really gets to you that I won't let you know.
I drop you off after the movie with only a little fooling around in the car at you apartment. I walk
you to your door. You ask if I would like to come on up for a night cap.
With a twinkle in my eye, I tell you I have things to prepare and we will have all night tomorrow for
romance. I turn and leave. I can tell you are disappointed.
I have a lot to prepare. I need to go to the grocery store and many other places before I can pick you
up at 10. I'm so excited, its hard to get to sleep, so many details that I want to be just right.
I arrive at 10:00 A.M. to find you waiting in the entry way of your apartment. You have a little
suitcase. I ask what you have and with a twinkle in you eye, you say, "You'll have to wait a while to
find that out." You give me a big mischievous grin, just like a Cheshire cat.
We start heading east, out of Minnesota into Wisconsin. Around 11:30, we stop in a little town and
have lunch at a small dinner. I hang up your coat and get a glimpse of what you are wearing. Your
hair is up with a clip and one of those ear warmers around your head. You smile is radiating, showing
lots of those beautiful teeth. You have on your big pink sweater over a heavy white turtle neck shirt.
When you turn to get in the booth, I see your jeans look a little bulky. You must have some stirrup
pants or long underwear on underneath. Good, I think, it may be a little cold. At least you didn't
wear that nice looking pair of boots. They are so dainty they wouldn't keep you warm where we are
going.
We order the soup and sandwich special. The tomatoes soup is just right. We even splurge on hot
apple pie.
After we leave the little town, you ask me again, "where are we going?"
I reply, "just you wait...".
Another few turns, a couple of county roads and we come to an old logging road. There is a sign that
says "No Trespassing". Its obvious that no one has been on this road since the last snow fall. It
looks about 3 inches deep.
You look at me and say, "we aren't going down there are we?"
I just look at you with a grin as I pull onto the logging road. We continue bumping along for another
1/4 mile. We come to a very heavy gate. I get out of the car, unlock the gate and push it aside. I
close and lock the gate once we are past it.
The snow covered path continues to curve for another 1/4 mile. You are holding onto the car handles
to you don't get shaken out of your seat. As we continue on, you see a couple of deer off to the left,
just before we make a right turn around a curve. You look ahead once we are past the deer and you see
a little cabin up on the hill.
The cabin isn't much to speak of. It looks about twenty-four feet square. You see a few windows, a
porch and a smoke stack. You also notice the outhouse about thirty feet from the cabin.
I pull up next to the cabin and tell you to stay put and take a nap. The way I'm parked, the rear of
the vehicle is towards cabin, so you can't see what I take out of the back.
I climb the steps to the porch and unlock the door. This is a friend of mine's hunting cabin. You
will be the first female above the age of ten who has been here. The first order of business is to
get the fire going. There is a wood burning stove just past the kitchen. I look at the thermometer
on the wall and see that it is 25 degrees in here. Once the fire is going, I bring in the stuff I had
packed an put it where it belongs.
This is a very basic cabin. It has one door which enters into the kitchen. The kitchen has a table
and chairs, some cabinets and a sink. The wood burning stove is used for heat and cooking. On the
other side of the stove is the "living" room. This consists of a couch with a hide-a-bed, a coffee
table and the wood pile. At least it is carpeted. To the right, there is a wall about 10 feet tall and
has two door ways. Through the door ways are the to bunk areas. Each bunk area has two sets of bunks.
I get a few candles lit. They are more for their scent rather than light at this time of day. The
temperature inside is up to 50 degrees, so I figure I can bring you in. But not, before I pour us a
glass of wine in the nice stemmed glasses I brought along.
You had fallen asleep in the car, so I wake you gently with a kiss. You give me a big smile and kiss
me back. Its a deep, lingering kiss that tells me you are in a good mood. And that you trust me to
make this a great get away.
I tell you to close your eyes while I take you inside. You are reluctant, you close your eyes and hold
out your hand for me to lead. Up the stairs and clump, clump, clump along the porch. I open the door
and usher you in. You can feel the warmth on your face, you smell the cinnamon from the candles and
the pot pouree on the stove. After I shut the door, I tell you to open your eyes.
You take it all in. You see the flowers on the table between the two glasses of wine. You see the
card I left on the table for you. You look at me with a tear in your eye and a big smile on your face.
The look is priceless. You step over to me and say "Thank you, I think I'll like it here tonight with
YOU." You punctuate this with a long kiss, pressing you body against mine. A little swaying of your hips
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Posted: 6/8/2005 8:58:10 PM | The Cabin - Part 2
You bring your little suitcase in and ask where you can freshen up. I look at you curiously, wondering
if you are serious. I reply, "The sink is there on the cabinet along with the mirror. I haven't
brought in the water yet and the commode is in that little white building outside about 30 feet."
You have a puzzled look until you realize how primitive the cabin really is. You say, "well I'll put
my suitcase in this first room and you can't go in there." As if I had any doubt, you turn to the right
and enter the first bunk room without even looking back.
I continue bringing in the stuff from the car. When you come out, your hair has been combed and you
perfume touched up. You smell good enough to eat. In fact, when you walk by, I grab you by the waist
and nibble on your neck. No marks though.
It's about 3:00 P.M. now and I suggest we take a little hike. You aren't to sure, but I help you
bundle up nice and time. I even have a pair of coveralls for you to put over everything else you are
wearing. I also have some wool sock for you.
We head out, hand in hand. We walk in silence for a while, soaking in the beauty of the outdoors.
There is a fresh dusting of snow on everything that make it just sparkle. We see lots of deer and
rabbit tracks in the snow. We climb one of the deer stands to get a better look around. This
particular stand is larger than most and has plenty of room for both of us. You comment on how
beautiful it is up here. I respond, "yea, and the woods look nice too." With that, you begin to
blush. I take the opportunity to kiss you. Your tongue tells me you are enjoying the trip. I'm
surprised our lips didn't freeze, although things (me) were starting to heat up. We continue our
walk and find the beaver hut and dam. The ice isn't thick enough to support our weight, but the
site is something to behold.
Around 4:30, I ask if you are ready to get back? "I'd like to be able to freshen up a little before
dinner." you reply with a wink.
Fifteen minutes later we are back at the cabin. It is nice an toasty inside, about 76 degrees. I
help you with your boots, coveralls and coat. I try to help you with your sweater, but you say that
is for later.
I tell you to have a seat while I get dinner ready. You find things to do. I don't really pay
attention.
For dinner, we have fresh strawberries. You giggle as I feed them to you, remembering the first
'picnic' lunch I brought for you. Next, you take a strawberry, run it around my lip. Then, just
before I'm going to take a bite out of it, you put it to your open mouth, stick out your tongue and
seductively caress the entire strawberry. You pop the whole thing in your mouth and slowly pull it
out with a pop. You look me in the eyes and say, "I wish this were something else". You take the
strawberry and put to my lips again, letting me eat all but the stem.
The main course, served with more wine, is a hearty beef stew. You tell me you think I will need all
the protein I can get. When I ask you what for, you wink and say, "you'll find that out later".
Desert is a cherry cheesecake served with Mandago. Mandago is a liqueur that is mandarin orange
flavored and served chilled.
The whole dinner has be eaten by candle light. The sun set while we eat, so it has become very
romantic. The temperature has also risen to 80 degrees inside the cabin. I'm getting quite warm.
You help me do the dishes and flirt while I wash. This is starting to get me excited.
When everything is done and put away, I serve us some more wine. We don't have a fireplace, but there
is a wire screen we can put on the wood stove so we can leave the door to the stove open. This lets us
see the flames flickering away.
I break out the pillows and a couple of blankets for us to lye down on. I lay down and motion for you
to join me in my arms. We cuddle for awhile, talking about our week and the things we have been doing.
You are noticeably more relaxed that you were earlier today.
You scoot up a little and look me in the eyes. You tell me, "this is the most romantic trip any guy
has taken me on. I love it and I love you for it". With that, you give me a soft yet passionate kiss.
You make it obvious that there is more of that to come. The little kiss turns into a much deeper and much
hotter kiss. You kiss along my jaw to my ear where to say in a very breathy voice, "I want to make you
scream tonight." You know how that turns me on.
You craw onto my stomach so you are laying right on top of me. You nibble lightly, not to leave a
mark, on my neck. At the same time, you are slowly rotating your pelvis right over my crouch. I'm
sure you can feel my arousal. We start another bought of deep french kissing. You are on fire. I'm
caressing you everywhere "safe", your hair, your back, your arms. Everywhere except where I want to
caress.
After what seems like hours and a ragging hardon, you stop to take a breath. You look at me and tell
me how hot it is getting. I respond by saying, "Kim, this room isn't nearly as hot has you are." To
emphasize what I said, I grab you cheeks and pull our midsection together. You just let out a little
groan.
You stand up and say, "Its to hot, I think I want to get a little more comfortable." In the candle
light, I see the grin on your face as you unbutton and them unzip your jeans. You have stepped between
my feet and spread them apart a bit. You jeans fall to the floor to expose your black, form fitting,
stirrup pants. You look at me and ask if you should take these off too. I say, "Only if they will
make you more comfortable."
Your thumbs go inside the elastic and slowly draw them down. Your sweater, I see reluctantly, come
down just far enough to prevent me seeing what is underneath. I can see your legs, and they look
fantastic. I want you sit up and caress them, but can see you have something else in mind.
You slowly grab the bottom of the sweater in one hand, while holding your shirt down with the other.
You pull the sweater over your head and drop it on my. I take a deep breath, because it smell like you.
Still holding the bottom of you shirt, you take one foot and scrap it along my leg, letting your toes stop
at the junction of my legs. You wiggle your toes as you bring your foot up to rest on my zipper. "Is that
more comfortable?" you ask.
I just groan as your insole is caressing my hardening meat.
You put your foot back on the floor between my feet. You ask me, "Do you think I'm comfortable yet?"
I reply that I hope not.
You reach under your turtle neck to grab yet another shirt. You hold your T-shirt while you remove
the long sleeved shirt. I don't see the outline of a bra, and hadn't felt the clasp while I was
caressing you earlier. You kneel down between my knees. You ask me if I'm ready. I respond by
taking your hand and placing it on my crouch. I ask you, "Does this say I'm ready?"
After a few caresses, you take your hand and slowly grab the base of your T-shirt. The next thing I
know, is I see it flying across the room. You climb over my legs to that you are straddling my
midsection. I look up. I must have had my mouth open, because you start giggling. I see you are
wearing a pretty silk teddy. It's light blue, with red lace around the legs and the tops of the
breasts. There is a little elastic around the waste to accentuate your curves. I'm awestruck by your
beauty and your sexuality.
You bend over me, letting your crouch rest on mine, your hands are on either side of my shoulders.
You lower you mouth to mine in a fire kiss. You edge up slightly to let your breast sit right in front
of my eyes. My hands come up to your waist and continue their movement up your body. I cup you breast
and give them a little squeeze. I'm careful not to touch the nipples yet. I know how sensitive they
are. You let out a little moan that tells me you are enjoying my caresses. The gyration of your hips
only reaffirms that.
You bend further, and whisper into my ear, "I want you to be number 5, tonight!" The breathy way you
say it only gets me hotter. I push you up by your breast, so I can look you in the eye. While
maintaining eye contact, you start to unbutton my shirt and say in a deep clear voice," yes, Terry,
I've wanted you for some time, but wanted it to be special, not just a quickie. When you told me
Wednesday about this trip, I knew I was going to have you somehow, even if I had to hog tie and rape
you."
By now, you have the buttons all undone. You waste no time taking it, my turtleneck and T-shirt off.
You bend down to nibble on my nipple. You bite a little to hard and I give a yelp. You look me in the
eye again and say, "That's for all the torturing you've done to me, getting me so hot and wet I
couldn't stand it."
I pull you to me to kiss you passionately. Your tongue starts diving for my tonsils. You press your
breast against my chest with only a thin layer of silk between. My hand scrape down your back, sending
shivers up your spine. I grab your ass cheeks an give them a big squeeze. You respond by grinding you
**** into my jean cover meat. "ohhh you are so hot" I exclaim.
"Your so hot and hard I can't wait to have you inside me." you reply.
I pull your knees up to my side. My hands slowly caress their way back to your ass, all the while
playing tonsil hockey with our tongues. I stretch so my fingers can trace the edge of the teddy, past
the snaps towards the front. I can feel the heat and dampness you are generating. I slide on finger
under the fabric, along your slick furrow. After a few passes, never close enough to you hard little
knob, I bring my finger to my mouth. I whisper how hot and wet you are. I then pop my finger in my
mouth so I can taste you. You are looking at me with lust in your eyes. You grab my finger and shove
it in your mouth. You pull it out in the most seductive way, liking my finger as it moves past your
lips.
When its out of your mouth, you whisper in my ear that I'm the one who is making you so hot and wet
and that this is why you were glad I had all that protein.
With that, you start sliding down my body. Licking, kissing and biting your way to my waist. It
doesn't take you long to undo my belt and unfasten my zipper. I lift my ass as you pull everything
off in one motion.
Boing!!!
Your eyes glow as they look at what you uncovered. You look up at me and lick your lips.
You pull my pants off my ankles and through them off, telling me I won't be needing these for awhile.
You then pull off my socks. Your tongue scrapes along the sole of my foot, sending shivers down my
spine. You pop my big toe in your mouth, giving it a big suck while your eyes are shifting from my
eyes to my member. You moan when you see it get stiffer. Your hands caress my calf and thigh while
your mouth impales my other big toe. You say in a sexy voice, "enough with the appetizer, lets go for
the main course."
I can't stand it while you slowly lick you way up my leg. When you are close enough, you start
cupping my balls in your hand. You roll them around like you would dice at a craps table. Their
heavy in your hand. You kiss your way around my pubic area, inhaling the musky aroma. Our eyes meet
as you take your first lick, starting at the bottom of my sack and going all the way to the tip. All
I can do is groan, "ohh Kim, you feel so good, don't stop."
"Does my Terry like a little oral? Does she do it anything like I do?" you ask.
"Yes and no!!. You have started so good." is all I can reply.
You grab my and start caressing up and down, nice and slow. You take each of my balls, one at a time
into your mouth. You know just how much pressure to bring pleasure and not pain.
I reach down and grab your hair with my fingers, pulling you up to the tip. You take the hint, flick
your tongue across the tip and ask, "is this what you want?"
"Yessss", I answer as you take me in your mouth. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" I moan and reach under your teddy
to those lovely breast. I know you enjoy having them caressed. I start pinching your nipple lightly
and can hear you moaning. The next thing I know, I feel your dampness on my shin. You are starting to
hump my leg, and you are definitely wet.
I know from past conversation that you are into spankings, so I wonder if the light pain extends to
your nipples. I give them a little tighter squeeze. You give me a little yelp, but intensify your
sucking action. My hips are starting to move on their own. I know I won't last much longer if we
keep this up, so I give you another pinch with one and then pull you up to my face.
We roll to our sides, kissing as if there were no tomorrow. I bring my thigh up between your legs,
applying pressure to the center of you heat. You hump it lightly and let out a moan.
My hands move to your breast, alternating between soft caresses and firmer squeezes. Your humping and
moaning intensify. I move my hand towards your ass, running my finger names down your back. I squeeze
them, pulling you towards me.
Whap!
You jump when I give you the first spank. Your tongue goes wild and you breath becomes short. "Has
Kim been a good girl or a bad girl this week, torturing me with you low cut dress last Monday?" I ask.
"Kim's been a bad girl and deserves anything you want to give me." you reply. A few more slaps with
my leg between yours gets you even hotter and wetter.
"Terry, I'm so wet, I need you inside me NOW!". I can tell you are frustrated having me so close,
only inches from your pleasure canal. "You're not ready yet. I'm going to make you scream many times
before I'm number five." I reply.
You shove your hand down between your legs. You can feel me pulsing against your leg. The snaps of
your teddy are no problem for your anxious fingers. You grab me, trying to pull me into you.
"I'm not ready yet, I don't have any protection." I add.
"I don't give a damn. I want to feel you inside me." you beg. You bring your hand up and brush my
cock. You can feel the pre-cum and it only makes you hotter. Your fingers rub the****head,
smearing the juice before you bring it to your mouth. "You taste soooooooooo good, why won't you make
love to me?"
"I've waited a while for this. I want to savor every inch of you. I know you have many e-zones for
me to explore. I intend to find them all." I state proudly. With that, I kiss my way to your ear and
whisper to you that you are going to love an hate the next hour. You only respond with a pleading
whimper.
I continue down your neck to your shoulders, while your hands try to speed me up on my journey south.
I pause at your shoulder to pull down the dainty strap holding up your teddy. My hand begins caressing
your breast and tickling your nipple. I can see them standing at attention through the lace. Slowly I
pull the cup down, scraping the lace over your nipple. Your body is shaking, trying to change the
pressure of the contact. When your nipple is finally free, your body temporarily takes control as you
experience your first mini-orgasm of the evening. I stop all motion until I sense it has subsided.
With the lace removed, your nipple is expose for my inspection. I give little kisses all around your
left breast. Circling my way towards the top of the mountain of firm flesh. I blow some hot air on
the nipple and see you stiffen.
"Lick it, bit it, just do it NOW" you scream.
I oblige and flick my tongue across your hard nipple. Another shudder escapes your body. You are so
hot and want it so bad. I take the nipple, which seems harder now than before and suck it deeply into
my mouth. Remembering your delight with small amounts of pain, I slowly let my eye teeth clamp on the
nipple. "Argggggggggg" you scream while arching your back, hoping to get more in my mouth. Your
fingers are digging in my hair to pull my closer to your breast.
I push myself away just as I feel another wave approaching. You won't be that lucky yet.
I move you to your back. You let your legs spread wide, showing me the glistening furrow to your
pleasure center. I move back to kiss you, letting my****rest just above your pubic bone before I low
my self to your bush. Again, so close yet so far. You flex your hips, trying to move so I will enter
you.
I pull down the other strap from your teddy, exposing your right breast. It is a sight to behold, to
firm mountains of flesh, both topped with hard nipples the size of my pinkie.
I lick my way down and repeat the torture on your right nipple, again stopping before you explode.
The moans however, are getting louder and faster. Your breathing has quickened also.
Back up into kissing position, you practically suck my tongue out of my mouth. I let my hand glide
from your left breast, over your tight stomach, to come to rest with my palm on your pubic bone. I
can feel the moist heat radiating from between your legs. Your aroma is filling the air.
I bring my middle finger to your pouty lips. I pull it up slowly, not quite entering you, up to the
base of your rock hard clit. You want the contact with you clit, you need the contact with your clit,
you scream for contact with your clit.
I decide I have tortured you enough for awhile, so I lubricate my finger with your juices my pushing
them into you. You gasp with pleasure at the quick entry. I pull them out, just as quickly and begin
rubbing your clit with a light touch.
Your breathing becomes very rapid, your eyes squeeze shut and your legs start to stiffen. You arch up
and let out a shrilling scream of extasy. Your shaking lasts for minutes. | |
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Posted: 6/8/2005 8:59:10 PM | The Cabin - Part 3 (the last chapter)
I reach behind my head and under the blanket. I bring out a little 2 x 2 package. You haven't seen it
yet, so I brush it across your nipples. A strong after shock hits you and you open your eyes. They
are glassed over, but slowly focus on the condom. A smile comes to your face as you anxiously grab the
package. With a corner between your teeth, you rip open the package. Your actions have made me hard
as a rock, so you have no problem getting it on.
"I'm taking control now" you say as you throw your leg over my waist. You are on a mission. You grab
my sheath covered organ and slide it a along your fur covered channel a few times. I feel your heat
and let out a moan of pleasure.
You get up on your toes, with on hand on my chest for balance, you use your other hand to guide me into
your sacred place. You slowly, ever so slowly lower yourself down. The wetness allows me to slide so
easily, all the way in. I feel like I have entered a blast furnace. It feels soooo good.
Our eyes meet again, they have a lusting look. There is a mischievous grin on your face, for now you
are in control. You can control the speed and the depth. I however can add a few gyrations of my hips to
help hit a few of the spots I might have missed the first time.
Both of your hands are on my chest as you move up and down, faster and faster. You arch your back and
let out a long moan. Your breathing is speeding up. My hands move to your breasts, which are still
hyper sensitive. A little squeeze here and a little pinch there are almost too much for you.
I want this to last, so I move my hands to your hips and hold you down. You look at me with a puzzled
look.
"I want this first time to last, slow down a bit" I answer. I pull your face towards mine so I can
whisper in your ear, "I love you Kim. You feel sooo good. It's been worth the wait, and I want this
feeling to last forever"
I see a tear in your eye and hope it is a tear of joy. We come together in a kiss that is filled with
passion. After awhile, I notice you are moving your hips, signaling its time to finish what we have
started. "Are you ready to continue?" I ask. "Yes, oh yes" you reply.
You sit back up, up on your toes and hands on my chest. I put one hand on your right breast and play
with your nipple. The other hand is reaching around your left thigh to our junction. I lubricate my
fingers with our juices before I move to your clit. You jump when I touch you and let out an excited
squeal.
You start moving faster, I'm not sure I can last much longer. "Terry, oh Terry, cum with me, faster,
faster faster" you moan. We are pounding together, two animals in heat.
I hear you start, a low rumbling in your moan, coming from your inner being. The pace continues to
increase along with the pitch of you voice. I can't last any longer and explode inside of you. You
feel this and it pushes you over your peak. You would scream if you had the breath. Your back arches
and your body freezes. You are shaking all over as I pull you down on top of me. I want to kiss you,
hold you, whisper I love you.
We bask together, each lost in our own thoughts. Wondering what this means.
I know it is something I have wanted since our second night in my car. But now, theres more emotion,
more caring. It is better than just sex, it was truly making love.
I look into your eyes and I see pease, contentment, joy.
You let me finally slip out, but stay on top of me. We pull the blanket over us and fall asleep
together, in each others arms.
A few hours later, I awake, finding you sleeping at my side. Your head is on my shoulder and your arm
is around my chest. I look at you sleeping so peacefully, wondering how I got so lucky.
I then notice it has cooled down in the cabin. I carefully extricate myself from you so that I don't
wake you. You make a little sound with a smile on your face that tells me things are right with us.
I put some more wood in the stove and throw out the condom that was still hanging on me. I re-light
the candles so I can see your face better.
As I crawl back under the blankets, you open your eyes and ask if everything is O. K. Looking at you
with a smile on my face I answer, "Everything is perfect. I just put some more wood in the stove to
keep us warm."
"Come here Cutie, and I'll keep you warm." you say as you pull back the blankest, offering me a spot
next to you. I crawl in and lay down next to you. You are on you side, with your right arm propping
up you head. You run your finger tips around my chest. I ask you, "Penny for your thoughts?"
Your eyes are twinkling a you reply, "Well, a couple of things. One, how I like how smooth you chest
is, almost like a baby face. Two, how great you made me feel. I was a little apprehensive about what
it would be like with you. And third, how lucky I am that you saw my ad." With that, you kiss my
forehead, my nose and nuzzle into the crook of my neck. You scoot closer to me. I can feel you
breasts warming my ribs. Your leg comes across my midsection, resting, no, more like caressing my
limp tool. I can feel you moist bush rubbing along my hip. Your arm comes across my chest and give
me a big hug.
I ask "What was that for?"
"For loving me. Not just a wham, bam thankya ma, but for caring about me. Nobody has ever been so
romantic." you reply. And as if for emphasis, you move your thigh up and down my hardening****
You run your fingers through my hair and let your fingers trail down my chin, pulling it towards you.
The look in your eyes tell me a slow deep kiss is coming until you close your eyes as our lips
connect. I was right. This isn't a rushed kiss, but rather a kiss to be savored. A delicate ballet
rather than a hockey match. You start lightly gyrating your hips and increasing the pressure.
When our kiss breaks, you ask, "Do you have any more of those packages hidden away?"
With a nod, I reach under the mattress and pull out another square package. This brings a grin to
your face as your hand replaces you leg in increasing my arousal. "Mmm" is all I can say.
I reach to caress your face, then let my hands slide downward. You bite your lower lip when I tweak
your nipple. Your hips start moving more forcefully.
"Are you ready, or should I kiss him a bit?" you ask, giving me a little squeeze.
I hand you the package as my answer. You are so beautiful, so playful. I want to explore all kinds
of things with you.
You open the package and place the condom on my hardening**** You look at me and say, "we don't want
any little Terry's getting lose do we?".
As I roll onto my side, your left foot falls behind me, pulling me closer to your center. I land
between you legs and we slowly rub together. I can feel you heating up as I'm rubbing you clit. You
shudder at the feeling. Your hand finally reaches down and guides me into your channel. Slowly.
You feel so good. This is what making love should be about. I feel your nipples scraping mine as we
slowly move, in and out. You head is laying on my left arm. I use this as a lever to help us move up
and down. Our lips meet and the ballet starts again. Our breathing increases and so do the sounds
escaping our mouths.
We aren't hurried, but we are determined. I'm squeezing your ass as I feel the shudders approaching.
We come together like the fourth of July, or maybe the ringing in of the new year.
I reluctantly pull out and take off the rubber. I then hold you tight in a loving embrace.
You pull away slightly and look into my eyes. You are searching for something in there, but I'm not
sure what.
"Terry?" you ask tentatively.
"Yes?"
"I love You." you reply and seal it with a kiss before I can say anything else. You then turn your
back to me and scoot up close. We fall asleep, in each others arms, our bodies forming a spoon.
You awake the next morning, a little disoriented. You smell bacon and egg frying on the wood burning
stove. You remember last night and what we did. A smile comes to your face and you open your eyes.
You see me with shorts on cooking away. You reach to rub the sleep from your eyes. You are startled
to discover that your hands are tied behind your back. You mentally check the rest of you body and
find your ankles are tied to something. The way they are tied has your legs spread wide apart.
A concerned look comes over you face as you shout, "What the **** is going on here?"
"Kim, you have been a bad girl. You didn't get up and get breakfast for me. I'm going to have to
punish you." I reply, a shit eating grin on my face.
I reach down to the table and lift up a little wood paddle. The kind kids use to bat the little ball
on an elastic string. I come over to you and lift your hips. This pushes your face into the pillow
and makes it hard for you to see me.
Whack, Whack, Whack. Then you let out a scream.
I reach under you to your nipple and give it a twist. "What was that for?" you scream.
"That my dear was for speaking when you weren't suppose to. Shall I continue?" I reply, with another
little pinch.
I can see the fear coming to your eyes.
"Now, were going to have sex and you are going to take care of all my needs. You will do so quietly
without any questions. You will respond to everything I say as soon as I say it, or you will be
punished. Do you understand?" I ask.
You nod your head.
"Good, now sit up and pull down these short with your teeth."
You do as you are told. You can smell my musk as you come closer. This is starting to get you
excited.
"OK, since you didn't get up to make me breakfast, you are going to get me up and have a cream
breakfast."
You look at me dumbfounded, so I give you a smack on the ass for not moving quickly enough.
You do your best to give me pleasure with only your mouth. Its more difficult than you thought since
your hands are still tied behind your back.
I grab your hair and start ****ing your mouth forcefully. You work hard to take me all in almost
choke. You feel me getting bigger and prepare for my come. One, two, three big spurt fill your mouth.
The four one shots onto your chin and drips to your breast.
"Good girl" I say, rubbing the cream into your breast. A couple of pinches to your nipples brings you
back to reality. "Bend over and put your face on the pillow again" I command.
I move over to the table, out of your view and pick something up. You begin to hear a low hum and fear
comes across your face again.
I approach from behind, adding to your fear. You feel my fingers explore you****and rub your lips.
I roughly squeeze your clit, and you jump in pain. Next you feel something cold inserted into you love
channel. Your mind races to determine what it is. A vibrator you decide, so that was the hum.
"I've set it on low, to keep you simmering. I'll be back in a little while to finish up." With that,
I get up, get dressed and go outside, leaving you there, tied up, face to the ground and ass in the
air, with a vibrator going that is not quite fast enough to bring you over the edge.
Thirty minutes later, I've finished cleaning everything up and taking it to the car. I come back to
see how your are doing. Your face and breast are flush with arousal. I know what you want.
I get undresses and put on my last rubber. I kneel behind you. I grab your warm breast with my cold
hands and squeeze them. I pinch your nipples as I drag my whisker covered chin along your back. You
try hard not to make a sound but don't succeed.
"I told you to be quite girl." I punctuate that statement with a swift slap to your ass. I then
replace the vibrator with my own tool and take you from behind.
This is getting you so excited that you explode after only a few stokes. I yell,"I didn't give you
permission to come." Smack, Smack. and I continue to pound away.
This only excites you and me more. I don't last long. I pull out and remove the condom. A few
strokes of my hand and I am shooting all over you back.
I untie your hands and legs and tell you to get dresses, its time to go.
You put your cloths on without cleaning yourself up. A sticky reminder of our fun together. | |
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Posted: 6/8/2005 9:08:56 PM | It's been the longest day of his life. The wind won't stop howling and the snow has now crept nearly to the top of the window. There seems to be no end in sight to this frozen hell. The radio, when it works at, says this is the worst blizzard ever. He tries not dwell on the thought, but it could be weeks before anyone finds him.
Food's running low too, damnit. All that's left are a few jars of peanut butter, and not even any bread to put it on. Rover, always the faithful friend, tries in vain to console his master. But to no avail, the loneliness is just too much for his weary heart to bear.
If only I had someone to talk to, someone to cuddle next to stay warm, he thinks. Rover barks and starts licking his master's hand where the peanut butter still clings to it. Suddenly, understanding dawns on the man's face....
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Posted: 6/8/2005 10:13:17 PM | ROTF... Deag you are just a little bit nutty aren't you?
No pun intended....
You and I have to co write something one day...
You have just the right amount of freak that I like..
Peanut butter... that made my night..
I'm tearing I'm laughing so hard.
here is something a little more sad romantic..
I wrote this a while back and shared it with a friend.. But I thought to myself..
I did the Dom thing.. so here is the romance...
My Temple
Sitting in a field... bright sunny day.
There I sit.. drawing the landscape...
suddenly I see something in the distance...
What could that be I wonder....
I get up leaving my book and art utensils...
I begin walking.. wondering... growing impaitent..
Suddenly I stop. How could this be? I wonder..
How could he be there in front of me like that...
the man in my dreams.. and my desires..
laying there... so peaceful looking...
eyes closed and laying there...
Damd... he's still the magnificent creature I once knew....
I walk closer... ever so slowly
fearing that if I move too quickly he'll vanish as if a mirage.
“_____”? I quietly call his name..
He looks up at me..
“Hey you” he says “What are you doing here?”
“I was about to ask you the same thing...”
“I came here to get away for awhile.. I needed to be alone..”
“Ohhh...”
As I turn to walk away he stops me..
“Now that you are here... you don't have to leave.”
I look at him.. and smile.
I take my place along side him
“So what makes you want me to stay if you wanted to be alone?”
“Having you here makes me want to stay a little longer.. I was just thinking about you...”
I laughed...
“Right.. I suppose you were thinking about the last time we were here together”
He smiled.. “you got me there.. I was.”
“How well do you remember that night?”
“Every detail luv... how could I forget?”
I sighed...
“But I try to forget.. I come here to draw and get away from those days now a bad place to forget I suppose...”
“I see” he says looking like he was just slapped in the face.
He looks at me then closes his eyes...
As I get up to leave feeling like it's the only thing to do.. he grabs my arm.. eyes still closed.
“No” he says.. “don't leave.”
I lay beside him. he grabs me and holds me close...
Suddenly I remember the days of our youthful carefree days..
I close my eyes and remember that night..
******
It was a clear night.. warm tropical breeze
He told me that the night would last forever.
He kissed me and looked at my face..
the fire was at a slow burn..
just enough to see the flames dance across his bare chest.
I touched the fine hair on his chest.. he pulled me to him..
He needed me tonight.. He needed to feel me to be with me..
to be a part of me. Even if only for that night.
I accepted.. I needed him too.
kissing him deep I could taste the hint of wine on his lips..
I couldn't refuse him..
He began peeling the clothes off my body
caressing every inch of exposed skin
“You are my temple girl..”
we went from friends to lovers for a night..
the scent of fresh grass and a hint of fruit
the sweet smell took over my entire soul..
enveloped every inch of my essence..
The pure unadulterated bliss we experienced
that night was like nothing I had ever experienced before..
and never would again.
He caressed me and held me close..
Made sweet love to me.
Being ever so gentle with me..
The sighs and whispers he breathed in my ear made my mind swirl in esctasy.
He slowly explored every inch of my body.
Memerising every curve, every dip.
His mouth was thrilling as he nipped at my body
His hands knew exactly where to touch
as if a greater being was there telling him where I wanted him.
We finished together, and collapsed.
Our bodies intertwined laying there
as the fire went from a low burn to embers.
We fell asleep in each others arms.
*..*..*
I opened my eyes... I was alone.
No one there.. My sketch book was laying beside me open.
Was I just dreaming?
I looked at the page that was exposed
There was a foreign drawing looking back at me
A Temple, with the words...
“I'll never forget....”
A G.Katelynn original
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